*All these countless stars
Just the million shades of colors
The mystery floating in the air
The weeks, the days, the hours;
The very feeling when you smile
Changing into guilt's home tower
The pain, this fickle pleasure
Gratitude which has the healing power.
What an amazing creature I am
How astounding you yourself are
The power to create on and on
Lies always just a thought away;
The first shower of rain after summer,
The romanticizing drops of midnight dew
Breathing in, breathing out
Disease and meaningless doubt.
Would you ever dream of shooting stars?
Could you in your wildest dreams build beauty like today?
Do not cry
There's still hope left
You will not die
Until you purposely **** yourself.*
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
*All these countless stars
Just the million shades of colors
The mystery floating in the air
The weeks, the days, the hours;
The very feeling when you smile
Changing into guilt's home tower
The pain, this fickle pleasure
Gratitude which has the healing power.
What an amazing creature I am
How astounding you yourself are
The power to create on and on
Lies always just a thought away;
The first shower of rain after summer,
The romanticizing drops of midnight dew
Breathing in, breathing out
Disease and meaningless doubt.
Would you ever dream of shooting stars?
Could you in your wildest dreams build beauty like today?
Do not cry
There's still hope left
You will not die
Until you purposely **** yourself.*
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