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Aug 2016
It happens that we miss
It happens that we separate
Since I met you
Every hour is a sad song
You fall from my hands
like a drop of tear escaped my eyes before I notice your hurting me

- weeping
I swallowed all these wounds by myself
You exist
but I'm grieving
and I made of these grieves memories
that I will keep to remember you

-I loved you
Like a secret
Hidden away from people, from you
Like a swear between myself and I
Like a dream that never come true

- I drowned in you
I loved you without saying a word
I craved you without paying any attention of the circumstances
I let myself burn watching you with everyone else but me
I did this to myself

It's okay
You are alive
living a happy life
It is me who will deal with these wounds
I will live with them
I will write them down
like a sad song
Fatimah
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Fatimah
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