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It's 11:59 and you're on my mind;
But that's the norm, no matter what the time.
You're the only thing on my mind, basically.
Tell me, can you still break a heart once it stops beating?
Food for thought.
"I know you struggle sometimes but just in case I don’t tell you enough, you’re beautiful. Thank you for being so strong and transparent. The world sees you even when you feel invisible. I appreciate your heart and your stubbornness. Your willingness to love even after being discarded and forgotten is admirable. I am so proud to know that you’ve grown to acknowledge your worth."
Note to self.
Have you ever wondered what would hurt most: Saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing and wishing you had?
I would choose otherwise.
Giving someone everything even if you get nothing in return.
Funny how it feels like love is so unfair.
So near
So far;
Tears from the heart,
Glancing from afar;
Forever, I think, wasn't true
This love story is clearly over for two.
Aug. 25, 2017
Why should I apologize for being a monster;
Did anyone ever apologize for turning me into one?
You turned me into one.
I see you,
you smiled,
I smiled;

You walked closer -- to her
and hugged her tight,

I hugged my arms tighter,
trying to hold back the tears

I walked away
still eyeing on you--
and t'was when I realized,

I wasn't completely over you.
A tale of a broken heart.
He wants to say I love you
But keeps it to good night
Because love will mean falling
And she's afraid of heights.
Some things are better left unsaid.
Yes, tell me. What is worse:
The devil you don't know or the devil you do?
I feel like I'm on hard times in finding myself.
I am not a person, I prefer to be called a toy
Made for your entertainment, for any girl or boy

It's okay if you break me. Trust me, I've been through worst
And if you end up leaving me, well this wouldn't be my first

So go ahead and shatter me or ***** me over twice
If you can just then **** me, now that'll be freaking nice
Masochism is not my hobby, it's the way I live.
And I remembered when it stuck his nape
All ye attending souls gnashing and gape
Only he who knew what he did
Or so he thought that many forbid
And then roll thy head facing the sky
With a single tear on his eye
Then remebered and have always known
That we, to each his own

— The End —