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Luvanna Dec 2014
it has come to the time
when the water tastes salty
and your lips taste heavenly
and i still can't figure out which taste better
Luvanna Nov 2014
recently
my songs have been too quiet
and my dreams are about to die
Luvanna Nov 2014
"do you want to leave?"
he asked, his eyebrows arch with curiosity

"I will leave if you ask me to"
tears slipped under my left eye, unable to bear the pain

"you're not going anywhere"
his arms caught me and he hugged me tight,
so tight that I assume my broken pieces have sticked back together
i don't want to leave and please don't let me go
Luvanna Oct 2014
I wonder if once i died, will i still feel depressed and wanted to die?
probably not because i didn't feel dying enough
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