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TLove D Mar 2017
We are the irony of our life.*

We are hunters of our own happiness, but are cowards to not bear discomfort.

We want to be free, yet we are still slaves of our own thoughts.

We think of our wants, forgetting our needs.

We prepare for our future, but died on our way there.

We say that life is full of uncertainties, but the truth is,

We are.
TLove D Mar 2017
I see you,
Standing in front of me,
So full of life, so confident, so free.

I blinked,
Then you started to doubt everything about yourself,
Just like when you left a book unfinished,
And put it back on the shelf.

I looked closer,
And I could see your soul trapped inside your eyes,
Waiting for your tears to fall from the skies,
To wash away the stains of all those colorful lies.

I found you,
Scattered across the floor, shattered and broken,
And now it’s too late to fix you as darkness has already fallen.

Your reflection is fading away.
If only I could find the right words to make you stay.

Now I just want to close my eyes and pretend to be blind,
For I could never put back together the pieces you’ve left behind.

— The End —