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The moment I stop guessing
Is the time I ended *caring.
I actually don't know,
If what I feel is* **valid.
There are things
I cannot admit to myself,
Lines I couldn't spell.
How far would this go,
I never know.

My heart is*  constricted,
**I      AM    C H O K E D.
I lose that side of me
Because life has its way,
Of making us forget,
How special was
Yesterday.

And later
We shall regret
The mess we've made
And that's when
We'll look back.

.A mere flashback.
And that's the most painful thing.
**JUST LOOKING BACK.
When what you want to express
But cannot tell,
Is metaphorically penned,
By the same poets,
Who loves poetry,
To find themselves.
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Because what I've got inside
might not be enough,
like yours.
10w
I realized
That I don't mean
What I'm writing here.
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