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Feb 2015 · 257
bittersweet
Nepenthes Feb 2015
i type a familiar number on my screen
it came out so naturally
like walking to the kitchen when i wake up
to make coffee

i press the green button
but immidiatly the red
in case you answer
and i have to talk
and say what i feel

i ******* miss you
i'm ******* empty without you
i'm ******* drunk
Feb 2015 · 327
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Nepenthes Feb 2015
in a room full of mirrors
what is your real self
how can you tell the difference
between who you are
and how you look like

in a room full of mirrors
who you are doesn't even matter
your thoughts will never have value
and your words will get lost between the glasses

cause in a room full of mirrors
you fail to find yourself
that's exactly how you will feel
if you take a walk in the centre of the city
Feb 2015 · 240
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Nepenthes Feb 2015
my hands are slowly touching my flaws
its time to make a change
i've been telling myself since i remember myself
the sames mistakes over and over

another dish in the garbage can
another red mark on my skin
another sleepless night

you were the only person to make me right
what the **** happened?
Feb 2015 · 1.1k
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Nepenthes Feb 2015
you are my escape from reality
and now you're escaping from our reality

— The End —