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She told me I was too cute to be depressed,
After she kissed me not knowing she'll bring stress.
Now looking like a fool my mind says I'm a mess,
Yet slowly hoping that this is a test.

What the hell happened within four months time?
Was it an illusion that things were fine?
As I poured tears into every single line,
Poetry was the answer for the question of mine.

Born of two, given gifts from a king.
Born with a simple song I wish to sing.
Known to be blessed with one simple thing,
Yet my wish life has not yet bring.

I have learned a lot from her,
For problems she did try to stir.
She is no longer one I prefer
And I still I didn't meet her.
The choices I make
The countless mistakes
All of my actions
All for one purpose
For you to believe
I'll become a new me
Not for any of you
Or for those who asked
I do this just for me
To become someone better
Someone I may respect
For those to see it
Shall see the changes
From who I am now
Into the better me
As time goes on,
We tend to learn
That nothing lasts,
All will become pasts,
And life is temporary.

Some also tend to learn
Love is forever and just,
When you find the right
You each will then fight
And Hate is never the case

As time goes on,
I have learned a lot.
Life is unexpected,
Love is given as a gift
As patience is usually the key

What does it mean to me?
If time isn't with I
Or if love never touched my lips,
To never hold a loved one on her hips
And dance into the sunset.
Years
Many months
Every single day
I have been searching
For this very one person
Who can change my entire life
Will she ever appear to capture my heart?
True Beauty
Something that is not external,
But it's thy true self
That lies within.
The more I try to say it,
The more you say otherwise.
The more I deny it,
The more you push it on me.

I try to reassure you,
Yet you simply ******* off.
I can't ignore your words,
So they just eat me alive.

We are all friends,
Yet you make me feel low.
You make my words useless,
Yet I try to speak anyway.
Some of us want to be seen,
Others don't want to be known.
Those like me aim to make history,
Throughout our actions soon to be shown.
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