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Alaska Young Aug 2019
i lost count of sheep
on waiting for you to tell me something
i want to hear

i lost track of time
on waiting for you to catch me
in this falling game

but above all

i lost myself
trying to be someone
you want me to be
Alaska Young Aug 2019
you are nothing
but a distant lingering
memory
of who
i used to be
Alaska Young Aug 2019
your soul was made to stand the fire
burn the rage of sadness
and like phoenix rise from the ashes
Alaska Young Aug 2019
no one warns us
on the amount of pain
we'll endure for the first heartbreak

it'll either be
too much
or
too less

and in between is getting worse everyday
Alaska Young Jul 2019
don't feed on memories
it'll keep you starving
Alaska Young Jul 2019
why do you look at me
like i'm an easy thing to let go?
Alaska Young Jul 2019
which weighs heavier?
the regrets of what did not happen
or
the memories of what had happened
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