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a blue
hue
disperses
pain
in
my
veins
i
see
my
pale
reflection
in
purple
dewdrops
i
don't
know
why
impassive
moments­
are
icy
fogs
i
was
tired
of being
tired
from the
onset
of depression
i
am
fed
up with
my
ennui
Is neither a duty,
Nor a responsibility.
Love is not I or We,
Love is freedom.
15/6/2024
 Jun 9 Delton Peele
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
our love is like bruised fruit--
irreversibly-damaged,
sickeningly sweet,
& difficult to throw away for fear of wasting something that may still taste good.
So, the love you truly love.
Has left your world of happiness.
And while you are living in a depress state of mind.
Recognize things will eventually be fine.
Because, at the end of hurt lies love again.

You just have to believe--believe it.
That the end of hurt lies loves again.

Many of people world has been shatter besides yours.
Except, they found the will to carry on.
And along the journey found things so much better.

You just have to believe--deep, deep inside.
That the end of hurt lies loves again.

Open your heart and just let it in.
Open your arms and welcome it.
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