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Suicide is the key of emergency door of life
never tried, ever failed
as a baby squirrel
life is a bullet, i hate  
never hits my hearth
listen, it's calling me
maybe with a raincoat
under the gloomy bridge
where's my bones
my mind will cool down
i know it well, maybe not
this is just a dream
that bullet is mine
is my medal in my chest
heavens were all on fire
nowhere to go
You
Oh my lady
Your hair
enlightens my world
as sun drawing water
Your smile
makes me blessed
as a newborn child
Your eyes
I get lost in the blue of eyes
as depths of ocean
You
keep me from
my darkness
my death part of life
my lostness
My lips stay closed
Words do not leave my mouth...
My tongue stays in place...
But my mind creates the phrases
From the words I dare not to speak of...
My pen goes on a frenzy... writing down every single thought...

Writer they call me...
crazy say some...
emotionless and quiet preach others...
they do not understand...
my hands do the talking
my eyes can tell you so...
if you listen to my heart closely
you might be able to hear it screaming...

The silence,
my worse enemy and my best companion.
My fingers... callused, tired... covered in ink...
They speak for me...

Writer they call me...
mysterious some say,
with eyes made of fire
and a mind that could ****.
Your love,
makes me hole,
Your love,
fills my soul,
Your love,
Makes me wanna be with u all day long,
Your love,
makes me write a new song,
Your love
was forever..
your love, lasted for ever after,
Your love,
never apart,
Your love,
fills my empty heart...

Truly...we cannot hide,
YOU and I collide... (,")♥('',)

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