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The static ringing in my ears,
Reminding me that I wasn't torn apart,
Like an animal, I ravaged my own heart,
Torn it to bits like a lion with it's prey,
Divide up the remnants,
And cast them into the wind....
Hoping to feed the other hungry hearts like mine,
But the pieces were left to rot.
I want to be the air in your lungs,
Take me in,
Sheltered under your ribs,
Keep me as long as you need me,
Then let me go.
There's nothing more I want than flesh on these brittle bones,
Substance to fill these empty spaces.
Life to fill these barren rooms.
There's nothing more I want than the sleep of death,
To fill these empty tombs.
  Dec 2015 Words and Weapons
Rb
SHE
She is that kind of girl
who burned herself in order
to give others light

She is that kind of girl
who never fails to make
others' laughter shows
although she is bleeding inside

She is that kind of girl
who falls in love
with a guy who alters his mind

She is that kind of girl
who always put a smile
despite the fact that she is fragile

She is the girl
with a million stories untold
but you can't never guess
Because she put a good disguise

a.r
midnight thoughts
  Nov 2015 Words and Weapons
yass min
what's wrong with you ?
they ask me all  the time.
i'm wrong  with me ,
i'm too much to live with .
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