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Tanya May 2020
Let's talk about life.
Talk about pain.
About the scars and let them speak.
Let the cuts of the heart speak
the story of the lines in your wrist.
Let silence fill the place. let dance in between the nakedness of words
That cut the throat and spread colors of sadness until someone young with the same broken soul come to hold your hand and to talk about tragedies and sing pretentious poetry and make your skin dance in the glass. In the same understandably manner and let watch **** and in the morning when they need you most leave them with the naked body and create one more heartbreak. one more grief.
let create the happy face that no one gets to know How eyes ache in the closed room Where tears break the soul and let see everyone weep, let walk and run from everything that makes you feel the rain. And when the boy who lives next to me, tried to attempt suicide some days before. And said to me why are you so sad And smile like heaven and he continued let make love and get attached but not in name of love and create more love and love every day and one day I'll
Vacated your heart. And give me one more chance to break your courage to live. Just one more chance to destroy your essence and one more chance to make love with you and one more chance so I can leave your life with tragedy.
and He is too kind to me.

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