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Break free

 

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Nothing loved was worthless
while all isn’t meant for you
if it was worth to let you break
the long as it takes to break free.


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Drown to Death

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Lift me up when you’re free
from underneath this pile of memories.
That’s where I refused to sink
but there, my life drowns to death.


Voyage To The Other Side

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In a boat, we sail away from the shore
for our journey to be a part of the lore.
But lately, I drag myself into a hole
to slowly melt and merge into the night
where I will see the light on the other side
when I will be the memory you obliviate.
Let your lovelessness be our secret
Let this ink dry and die on our story.


Stained Views

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In the last page of an old diary
I wrote the cliffhanger of my bold story
Blue in my pen then loudly spilled
all of that I hid till my seventeen
It melted my misery, a mere witchery,
anchored their souls in dear mystery
I am a breath away to blend the true colours
to fill the voids of my broken twenties.
I am no more a light-year away to seek
what I will soak in my thirties.


NIGHTMARES

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Don’t you miss what I am feeling
as you leave my life before healing!
I was on the verge of a dream;
about to slip to a dawn upstream.
Now it’s difficult to swim across,
without waves sweep to remorse.
When the choices die in a death-camp,
arouse to the only chance to decamp.
As the ink runs through my veins
leaves stains where my life remains,
I give up to sail across the night
to get ready to drown in nightmares.