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Golden

Oh how lovely it is! This thing is directly coming towards me. Draped in red linen, my vision is fuzzy. Still somewhat distant from my vision I have been waiting for it for three years. It's like this storm! That is taking me away. Far away to a land I could only dream of.  Oh, now my vision is clear. Why abruptly it has changed its color. Am I dreaming, or is it real? It's the truth, and it's coming to me wrapped in gold.  Now I'm ready to accept this feeling  And ready to escape from this prison  Because it's draped in golden.

Kindly yours

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  I think I'm in this tragedy alone This sweet little misery  He's like this pocketful of sunshine  And I'm like this storm on a rainy day His eyes smile like a child all the time Sometimes he reminds of my dad He makes me feel like a kid again, and  He's like this pill I take for my escape  He's like this drug I take to get high He obeys me like his mistress He likes my two small hearts  I miss his sweet tender voice I miss his cute cracked jokes  He's my favorite constellation  My favorite notification when I turn my phone on I hope he's writing things for me Day dreaming me or thinking  Are we be alright?

War

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It's the hustle and bustle of roads. That makes me feel like things are moving. Moving for me, like these cars. Swaying like a turmoil. This continuous Uzumaki of things Perhaps I want to be like the eye of the cyclone. Calm and stable at one place. But this head still twitches. It's been so long, my mind has felt it. What am I feeling? Things that are familiar to me Now feels like a stranger to me.  Can you feel how I am feeling? Can I get others to understand things my way? Perhaps one day, I'll reach the end. Where I am content with myself and things go my way. Maybe one day, I'll be loyal to myself and have that perspective of myself. Maybe one day, this will all cease.

Breeze

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It's always the mountains for me  The thing I was searching for This gut-wrenching yet serene feeling The only thing that is higher than love Is this a high mountain? Tangled roads take you to  Your untangled destinations This cold, heavy breeze on my face The moment it touches my face I knew something like this would become my will to live I think I'm taking my drugs now Revitalizing my body  Trees are dancing to my rhythm Just the way I want It's a god timing  Suddenly, I'm not an atheist  

Exile

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It's 4:30 in the morning  I'm still thinking about you  That cute little smile of yours It's all what am thinking about  All the things you did but I didn't  They say you can never stop the waves  Coming your way  I guess you were one of the waves I never saw it coming My mind is fixed but  This heart doesn't stop for you Never imagined that I could feel something But here I am again in that trope Should I fall or run away from this again? Should I let this rip me or not? Should I feel this light breeze or  Should I feel this storm inside me? Maybe we will lose each other Maybe you will find someone else But I know you're the thing I'll regret the most. I think I was on a exile for love But I now I'm back from the exile and All I want is you. 

why i hate moon

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  The emotions it evokes in me The feeling of vulnerability and guilt is overwhelming. an opinion I would rather not have Something about it makes me think of those. Anguished tears and sleepless nights All of it has now faded away. However, flashbacks struck me. When I saw the moon My heart hates it. It reminds me of those. Eerie nights filled with loud voices. It makes me think of him. It's like the moon knows every one of my secrets. unable to keep me hidden forever. This makes me despise the moon even more. I abhor the way everyone praises beauty. Even though I don't feel jealous, I had a thought. How is it possible to love the moon perfectly? How is it even possible to do that? How kind can people be?

Another pt.2

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  Here I am writing again about you. I know I'm still not over it. Why do I listen to things? You were so sweet—so sweet to indigest. Continually on my mind How we both would react If we cross paths again, I can't cry again. Don't want to cry again. I was running away from things. I am back where I started. It's all a circle; you complete it. And you are right where you were when you began it. Where will I find that spirit? Where can I write happy writing pills? That girl is lucky; you're writing poems for her. I had you as my symmetry and Supposedly, symmetry is intended to be broken. Moreover, when they crack, They have a significant impact. I suppose on the cosmos. Unfortunately, the cosmos is me.