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by sink

They say past lives don’t exist They aren’t real We just need to hear about ourselves It’s how we cope, just how we deal We only exist until we don’t DNA is why we’re “unique” Horoscopes and the cosmos are for a mind that’s meek We romanticize as shortcuts to answers we seek Yet we hear great songs with our hearts Before our ears And every time a baby is born Or a person dies We shed tears The clock never stops even after years Nostalgia creeps in worse than our fears You don’t stop getting deja vu No matter how many nights we see the moon It still has power in engulfing you So plump, so bright A big flashlight for the dark of night The light at the end of the tunnel A reminder of the suns return A reason to look into the sky A lighthouse for the nocturnal voyages They say dreams are fragments of memory But my dreams have shared destiny And my friends have found rest in me Through the idea of divinity I’ve found the best in me In every empty room The wails and moans of a ghost can be heard The remnants of yourself Or another Will always hurt Until the next rebirth
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Written by
sink
29 / F
Published
Oct 19, 2018
Time
2m
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#pastlives#divinity#god#cosmos#horoscopes#love#friendhip#heartbreaksadness#tears#birth
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