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Mother's creation
That she despises

You
My dearest
Try to Love

Oh darling
Can't you see
My own Mother can't love me
An urge to leave
An urge to sink
Humiliation no mind can weave
Something I can not write in Ink

Something deep
Beyond myself
I can not keep
In these small shelves
My heart contains
No other thing
But the though of things that sting
That plunge and stab my very heart
This  thing I knew from the very start
This is really random. I just wrote this once during a few minutes before school.
Close the eyes of the death and it’ll be as if they were sleeping
Numb the pain and it’ll be as if you were alive
What is life without that and some danger, some fun?
Life is wisdom,
Age is just a number,
Regrets… never regret.
Make the mistakes and learn from them all, because without them,
You would not be where you are now.
Understand that love, is not just a word,
It’s a feeling that does not come easy,
Nor cheap.
It is pain,
Laughter,
Happiness and hurt, all in one.
It’s a great price to pay to gain it,
To keep it,
To lose it.
Take the risk and love, because if you can’t, you’re not alive.
But if you can, live with the consequences that it may bring.
Somebody once told me,
“Those who can’t say the words but can express it, are the ones who love the most.”
I could be one, but you will never know.

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