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R Dec 2017
I arrive to the point I become numb because of the pain.

The voices inside my head turn into familiar company.

Solitude is not something new.

I feel lonely in a way it doesn't surprise me anymore.

Does it really get better?

Or I'm just used to it?

To the pain

The madness

And the silence.
R Dec 2017
As we lay under the night sky,
you tell me to see those beautiful stars above.

As you explain your favorite constellations,
I still choose to stare at you.
R Dec 2017
He doesn't clearly know how to show his affection,
it leads to her thoughts that perhaps,
he doesn't love her as much as she thought he does.

The hurricanes inside of him refuse to open up to the world,
the thunder inside wants to be hidden forever,
he manages to appear calm,
in way she thinks he's careless.

— The End —