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The days
still vacant,
the nights
still moonless,
dark and lonely
without you.

Yes, I found
my moon
and my sun
in
the same person.

And now
I've lost
both.
She can fake a smile,
just to suit your style.
She tried to be strong, she tried,
but she's still fragile in the inside.

She's hurt, broken,
but all of her pain remained unspoken.
All of her friends say that she's okay,
but they didn't know it's just a display, cause her life is totally gray.

She's crying daily at midnight
Her red eyes covered with makeup at daylight.
She don't want anyone to see,
cause everyone knows that she's bubbly.

Her mask hides it all,
all her pains, all her bawls.
She wants to go away,
but pain haunts her day by day

She's smiling to hide millions of tears,
She's laughing to get to your atmosphere.
She has a breaking heart,
She's falling apart
look at her closely
She's not the girl you really see.
 Jun 2017 Blessed Regalia
L
Smoke the cigarette. Drink the flame. Allow the sword to enter you.
There is no ******, death cannot be an offering. You cannot be killed.
You who are mortal, whose end is nobody’s experience but your own;
Death belongs to you.
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Your death is your own; nobody else's. Nobody can offer it to you. You might not be ready for it, but it is, in the end, entirely yours.

I find comfort in this.
With the sun, you shine.
With the moon, you glow.
You're the treasure I find
Yet you'll never know.
what you mean to me.

— The End —