if only i could sum it up
into a sentence or two...
somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
Just when I thought
Under all these smiles are lies...
Another day in paradise
Our dear loved ones...
I. Waking Up
it is this heavy weight i cannot shake...
Hello
Hello...
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A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes |
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Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned |
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Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long? |