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Andrea Sep 2020
The eyes that i met, told me a story that the world took granted.
That smile had a longing to find love that was abandoned.
Tears flowed on those soft cheeks weighing all the fears of life.

So, i stepped in to kiss his pain, show him that life renews the moment you give it away.
Waves of sweet emotions rushed out of me with the feel of his warmth
Wrapped in his arms.

Little did he know that my promise was a way to freedom and would feel a sunken peace for all the reasons.

Sadly to know he didn't have concious. He lost his sanity young when the world around him was just torment and cold.
My mind determinant to convincing that he will change to a beautiful being, thats when a voice within echoed
'No more, it's invicible, let go.
For once I am gone, it's unfixable'.

It hit like a bolt of lightning, it struck me frightening. How did i live these year's not knowing he was blinding.
Acceptance was at battle with firm denial, not wanting to believe that all he was a rehersal for survival.

A lesson learnt in the hardest way possible, just to lead me on the path of being stronger and an intense lover.
Ever grateful for a journey that now shows me clarity and closer to the essence of the almighty.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Refrain from the pain in your own shoes.. your experience is universal, regurgitate the taste it would bring, and recognize your perfect at rehersal, as you realize in real time, you feel skill-wise, though underneath what still lies can ****, target the artist regardless of how he paints the picture, he's illustrating he would never specialize in taking risks to differ, so mr lame duck laid a goose egg for the first time, at the worst time, but it's a birthright, he passed on what can pass away any day anyway, in many ways, so let it pass for today, I figured from a past time this would never resurrect, coming to the term where it hurts to admit, I fell down once as a fool in this ****, funny how legit in an unapologetic try I would turn the table on myself counterclockwise, the advantage was a lesson learned once again, and it could fool once, twice, or never end.

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