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Feb 2014
I can't  see other than those birds singing
The kids playing
The air flying
it is joy.  
Pure joy

yes,  my heart is broken.
Torn to pieces
Still beating
Still pumping
NO LONGER DYING

The birds are still singing
The kids are still laughing
my life is still waiting
This is a goodbye to the tears
To the screams, to the hate.  

When I woke up today,
I realized no one is worth my tears
NO ONE has the right to break me
To make me hate me

Farewell my friend
I'm tired of your games
This time I'm leaving...
For **good
Drafts that never get anywhere #4
Mariana Nolasco
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Mariana Nolasco
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