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Georgia Dec 2012
Lights,shadows,fog...
And i see people...
Too many people...
Frightened,concerned...
Of course,i can see clearly now...
I keep those pictures to fool myself...
One reason for my broken emotions...
Georgia Dec 2012
Yes,i was there...
The small red rose gave colour to her life and death...
And she...
She was beautiful, smiling in that old grey picture...Doomed to live there in eternity...
You want to know what i did?
I kneeled and lit her candle one more time...
Georgia Jan 2013
My heart hurts,because of you.
You taught me what love is without loving me.
Oh god,i cant stand it anymore.
Georgia Dec 2012
He writes like he is touching his words piece by piece...
Hurting this way everything near him...
With Blood Red ink...
And for the ones he loves and the ones he hates...
Always the same technique...
White and red,
pure White and scarlet red...
But in the end he met someone...
Only then he learned to use the colours...
Everything other than white and red.

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