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Sep 2016
Cut open my face,
that would only make it quicker.
I chose my fate,
so could you make this quicker?
You are not you
and I'm half of me.
Trapped in typhoon,
a war under moon
goes endlessly.
The night befriends you
to help you cut through.
What's left here is
nothing for you.
I left there, stayed here
with you.
No rights, I went left
with you.
Held tight, I spent
nights with you.
Then hands grip my neck,
no gun at your head.
A quick loss of breath,
look what love did.
There is no love in war.
TYRAN
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TYRAN  22/M/In my head.
(22/M/In my head.)   
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