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Yes I love you, but I'm not a fool anymore
Yes I love you, but it Really hurts
Yes I love you, but love, Im giving up.
Letting go isnt hard.
I made a mistake.
No, I made a series of mistakes.
It was a mistake to love you.
And it was a mistake to think you could ever love me to.
Break my heart,
I want to write about you.
He left
Then I started Writing.
An open letter to his new girl

I hope you always make him smile more than the way I do.
I hope you always take care of him more than the way I used to.
Don't forget to bring him water after his dance practice because he easily gets thirsty.
And also wipe his sweat especially on his back.
Maybe I'm not the girl that gives him luck.
Maybe I'm hurt but I never react.

Please always cheer him up more than the way I do.
Take the best and worst photos and create memories with him happily.
Tell him that you love him so much everyday because I fail to do so.
Always share stories with him that would make him laugh because he has the best smile that I know
And I'm happy that he chose you because I know he is happier when he's with you.
  
Please take care of him with love and support. Give him the best medication that he could ever have.
I don't know anymore how it seem.
I am glad for you and him truly.
And now I can be The girl that really sets him free.
So even if it kills me to let you go, i was left with no choice.
I love you** because you have shown yourself to me.
Would you believe me if I told you that
I love you more now that you have shown me your scars?
I love you.
I love you in a way I have never loved another person my entire life.
It’s that simple.
But you don’t love me.
You never have, and you never will.
You never told me you were leaving, I waited for days, weeks and months.
You promised me something, do you recall?
"Life must go on" they say,
"I dont want to move on, so I'll stay"
Where are you?? I can still feel you,
Can still hear you, Can I see you?
I'm alone taking fries and sundae while writing on my artwork doodle notebook. I put my earphones on my left ear just to stay inspired as music can figured my way of thinking.

There are a lot of people at the moment
Since it was a cold midnight on 14th day of March.  Im at Mcdonald's by the way.

Intendedly, I'm on the thirteenth table
Good for four on the thirteenth chair where my bag is seating right beside me
While on my left is a mirror where I can see the gloomy atmosphere.
I wore a mask to smile
But in my heart I cry
I designed the mask to hide lies
Hoping it'll fade as time flies
As I lay my bed at night, I'm begging my covers to hold me tight.
Already closing my eyes but you're still in my sight.
Hugging my pillow while looking at the window.
Touching my own skin, I hope it was you I'm feeling.
I'll just do it over and over again pretending you are here.
From: Richard Riddle
using: "nicy stephanie" or "rita derrick"


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Thanks,
Richard Riddle
 Apr 2015 Moks Sulayman
Dreamer
The crowd fades away
As chords in every melody
Rings in our ears,
And shivers downs in our body
It vibrates in every muscle
A musical fusion
Almost everything didn’t matter
It’s you, me and the beating rhythm
The graceful posture
The sway of every gesture
It’s a motion adventure.

Feeling the adrenaline pulsing through
Pervading the entity
Beating rhythm pounding, it electrifies the body
into graceful art, emancipating the sound of the music
Captivating the mind, liberating the young, reckless soul
covertly hidden inside an indifferent exterior

A freeing beauty
of movement to the rhythm
A therapy to the mind and body.
Dancing to the music,
feeling every tune
every beat
every breath of every movement,
with Explosions of Euphoria
how about that! :) I'm so proud of us, we did it! I'm having that totally awesome post-poem feeling you know? So incredibly honored to be working with you, dear Pax :) We did a fantastic job, woot woot! (((hug))))
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