Nihilism used to
plague me until I found out...
You gave birth to me;
then left me alone one day...
Your eyes are milky way to my heart
galaxy full of wonders...
Yesterday was Friday,
and it took all my energy...
So many times, I've been here before
Head in my hands, Sitting on the floor...
As soon as we hang up the phone
I feel my eyes begin to swell...
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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? |