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Look at me pretty eyes,
you do not notice im in dicise,
you quietly stare at skys,
in a dream like hase with love on rise
this is for a boy i used to like he had the most dreamy eyes but never actually noticed me with them ( he had a girlfriend)
All it took was one look
One memory
One flashback
One feeling
I'm back again
I remember it all.
The sadness
The irritability
The feeling of worthlessness
The feeling of impending death
The breakdown...
I'm back again.
And this time may be the last.
Who snatched away my Body a few minutes ago?
Notes (optional). It is hard recollecting. Knowing it it is a trade exploiting. I have no desire to e-x-p-l-o-d-e!!
the best kind of love they say is the one without any expectations. loving someone who may never feel the same about you.  love in which you give your everything and ask for nothing in return.most beautiful kind of love but also most painful one. sometimes its damage is irreversible.
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