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My life is active
But not interactive.
Do not pity me, my dear
I've got a few mouths to see
But none of them
Killed me.
It felt like no one could make me fall,
again.
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Sometimes I really have no idea
Who I am.
There are times when
I wanted to take your eyes
And look if you can
Really see me,
In this world
You called "mine".
Which makes me yours.
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I forgot.
Already forgot.
The night when
Tis heart stopped beating.
Burying my face under
The pillow.
Choked in beneath, asking
"God, is this love?"

I held for too long
Timeless, in silence.
Hoping that my long wait
Will simply pull fate.
But, I lost it.
In the night when I looked
Up the moon,
You love so dear.
I forgot, the words
That should be here.
This is complete nonsense.
I haven't forgot, actually.
Coz till now,
I am not answered.
Is this love?
Or just a habit of thinking.
I am writing             you were the
. . . . . . . . as if. . . . . . . . .
Last man I will ever love.
Cause all love
Unrequited
Is
*Dumb.
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My imagination is your limit, my dear.
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