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Aug 2015
We move from orbits,
too far away from each other.
We are able to admire each other's beauty,
because we will never collide.

You are the dust roaming around the space,
the dust that makes me choke.
You are the magical moonlight,
that makes me so tired.
The beauty of your soul is sparkling,
and the sparkles are filling up my heart.

You are my favourite way of dying,
because loving you has been breaking my heart into pieces.
I fell in love with you,
but I am strong.
I need him.
Nikola Mills
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Nikola Mills
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