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Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
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Luna
Ironically,
the wounds from her soul were the ones which healed her mind.
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Shamai
Life is all in
Perfection
It’s just that we see it
Through a shattered lens
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Peter Balkus
Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.
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