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The young poet
I used to be would be sad
to learn that I do not
rhyme as much
as I used to.
Then suddenly the storm ended
  
The chaos was over

The sun came out and shed it’s light on all the wreckage

It made the tears running down my cheeks sparkle like diamonds
It's evident that the sun is setting in my life,
but for once I so badly wants to be a sunrise.
Everything starts
As a blank canvas
Just waiting
To be given meaning
I give meaning to myself
If someone asks what's the most painful thing that can ever happen to a person,
I think the answer would be
Fear of Dreaming,
As you are tired of seeing them shattering every time.
If fire burns
and destroys
everything
in it’s path

then why
do I want
to touch
the stars

so badly

can self destruction
really be so
beautiful
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