amanteagonia

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-amante da agonia

[amanteagonia]

Poetry is best written by shaky hands and tear filled eyes. It describes the words of love and sorrow for how they truly are. Imperfect. Broken. Struggling. But most importantly—trying.

-amante da agonia

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-Amante da agonia

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Piano Pieces by Amante da Agonia

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-amante da agonia

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I’ve become a leaper.

My self is degrading

Beneath the plague of your touch.

I cannot erase the memories

Of your fingers tracing my body.

I cannot find absolution

In my solitude any longer.

What have I done

To deserve such a disease?

-amante da agonia

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-amante da agonia

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I am an oxymoron. A creature so complex only the broken can comprehend.

-amante da agonia

[amanteagonia]

-Amante da agonia

[amanteagonia]

-amante da agonia

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-Amante da agonia

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How can I be saved when destruction is sweet to the damaged? How can such a crime be paid?

-amante da agonia

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-amante da agonia

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-amante da agonia

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Peel back my layers, I promise I’ll lay still. Place your greed within me; this time, I’ll hide the tears. My innocence—I give to you if you’ll just stay another day. Tear my heart to pieces; I’ll endure it all—if only you choose to stay.

-amante da agonia

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-amante da agonia

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-amante da agonia