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I stood there waiting for you, Wounded, cut, stabbed by the dagger of love Blood dripping down my favourite cardigan the lilac shade turning crimson red And yet you stood, Emotionless Perhaps I was at fault For loving you hard the reminisce of our memories, the sound of your laughs the whispers of your breath

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You carve a fort out of barbed wire

Yet I venture forth

It rips my flesh into bits and pieces

For I must shed blood to make you alive

As I bleed to death,

Drained by the endless toll,

Your words, like daggers,

Pierce my heart's domain

Beneath the surface resides

a breathing husk

the cloak of emptiness within

Where shadows remain

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I don't feel the same way as you do

You said,

And at that moment I felt everything yet nothing and nothing yet everything

My love for you was timeless, but so were my scars

I stood besides you with my heart crying,

But didn't say anything but stand still

My scars bled, crimson red, my bruised body turning pale

Your words shattered my heart into bits and pieces

And yet I mistook your words for utter love

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From the little girl who wanted to run away, to the woman who longed to return home, life happened

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In life's embrace, i voyage, a seeker of love, Unconditional love, Love which knows no bounds, Love far above the earthly dimensions Love untouched by destiny's whims Love with adorned with the smell of blossoms, Love with the radiance of the fulgent moon Love, caressing the rosy cheeks as downpour Love, as pure as the white snow And love as lushious as the verdant valley

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Fading into the abyss of oblivion Mastering the art of forgetting Draping the fabric of nothingness My soul resides, reliving the horrors of past A cascade of phlegmatic echoes An orchestra of forgotten symphonies

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Crippling between the ebb of existence and the shadows of death, I craft a tomb, my resting place Craving solace, a hunger within, a plea for release, My lifeless form resides, a testament to inner peace. Dreams lie shattered Aspirations linger My soul mourns its demise, lost in a sorrowful trance. Scarlet blooms, veins of blood A haemophilic cascade, the song of agony defined

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How can I heal when I have given myself a thousand cuts How can I cleanse myself when tears are not about purifying touch How can I liberate myself when I live in a state of constant demise And how can I find peaceful and tranquil sleep when i have buried myself in repetitive deaths

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I loved you, as loving myself remained elusive. Within you, I glimpsed fragments of myself, broken pieces yearning for healing. You, the absent puzzle piece, brought solace, completing the mosaic of my life. In your gaze, the inner child, once an orphan, finally found sanctuary.

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He sought to embrace her heart, wounded by her soul's own blade, Hands that once were warm, now bound by a cold cascade. Torment and agony, like frost, their warmth did impound The strigns of fate and fortune met, yet never aligned A tale unfolds, a ballad of sorrow to be told, Where the core of love, once vibrant, lost its hold.

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And i unravel the fabric of my existence to search the essence of the thread i needed the most.

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Perhaps unconditional love could only be found within the realms of literature, leaving the most ardent lovers to exist in fictional tales.

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Amidst the ballads of farewell, we sculpt poetry from the bits of agony and maim, embracing the dreadful yet alluring essence of parting.

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Craving a love that whispers kisses on the cheeks Where favourite books unfold, our hearts in synchronous beat Bouquets of flowers, each petal a vow Dancing in the rain, Hand in hand, through time, a love that shall never part, A symphony of moment, a love divine

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In the ballad of agony and suffering, some souls are destined to verse upon the canvas of wounds, where the only ink is their own essence.

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In the embrace of the dismal night, I yearn for a dawn where dreams linger and solace finds its way to my chaotic soul.

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In the dance of healing, some souls linger around the shadows of pain,for it becomes the sole essence to the thing they once cherished.