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They say pain demands to be felt With the deepest part of your heart With all your senses, the ones left From a numb body that has been shot With sharp arrows that slowly lead to your death Torturing your spirit till you feel it escape from your chest Running away from the suffering Tearing up your skin, layer by layer Leaving marks and signs everywhere Stabbing your heart fearlessly along the way.. And suddenly blood rushes through your veins You feel the adrenaline racing the cells of your brain A thought freezes the tremendous pain The thought of him reinforces the army that stands against you The whole world stops to embrace it too Finding the source of the bombs That exploded all at once It was not pain triggered by the absence of your loved one, no Not the plague that infects your heart once in a while, no Not the butterflies at war in your stomach when you see him, no Something toxic and dark; above all It is,indeed, his presence that tortures your soul With words that rip you apart like a sword
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Plague
They say pain demands to be felt With the deepest part of your heart With all your senses, the ones left From a numb body that has been shot With sharp arrows that slowly lead to your death Torturing your spirit till you feel it escape from your chest Running away from the suffering Tearing up your skin, layer by layer Leaving marks and signs everywhere Stabbing your heart fearlessly along the way.. And suddenly blood rushes through your veins You feel the adrenaline racing the cells of your brain A thought freezes the tremendous pain The thought of him reinforces the army that stands against you The whole world stops to embrace it too Finding the source of the bombs That exploded all at once It was not pain triggered by the absence of your loved one, no Not the plague that infects your heart once in a while, no Not the butterflies at war in your stomach when you see him, no Something toxic and dark; above all It is,indeed, his presence that tortures your soul With words that rip you apart like a sword
yara-mrad
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Lebanese
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
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