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I found myself buried underneath
Rubble of a broken heart
Drowning in a pool of her tears
She looks at me with dead-like eyes
Her skin pasty white and bleeding
Oh, she moans loudly
I bring her quivering body into my embrace
Holding her tightly to my chest
And begins to cry with her
Calling out to heaven to heal this damaged heart
Rubble of a broken heart
Drowning in a pool of her tears
She looks at me with dead-like eyes
Her skin pasty white and bleeding
Oh, she moans loudly
I bring her quivering body into my embrace
Holding her tightly to my chest
And begins to cry with her
Calling out to heaven to heal this damaged heart
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Does it even matter now ?
"Say, does it really matter now?" A voice that always haunt me,
"I don't know...Why do you always ask?" I questioned back like always.
"Don't you think, you should just give up on trying? Isn't it just hurting you?" That voice continues,
"It is, but I don't want to be alone." I answered hesitantly.
"Isn't being alone better than letting them treat you as a tool than as a friend?" The voice argued back.
I remained silent and became more and more hesitant on my choices.
"Does it really matter, why not just throw away your care?" The voice said sadly,
"Why not just throw it all away, so it won't hurt. Why not just give it up and be yoursel
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Do you feel the same?
I'm still just so lost
Can't believe my sadness
You shouldn't leave
What can I say?
I never felt this way
Tried to ignore it for months
I can't hide no more
Maybe it's too late?
My blush increases every second
You know I like someone
But you don't know it's you
Maybe it's true?
You make me smile
I talk happily with you
With you I feel safe and happy
Do you feel the same?
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So What's Wrong?
I love art class, I really do.
I love to paint and draw and get amazing results.
But sometimes I can't help but not want to be there.
Sometimes, I hate it.
No one talks to me.
Then again, I have my headphones on.
No one knows me that well.
But, I seclude myself from everyone else.
It's really boring at times.
I never integrate myself in their conversation.
My teacher barely gives me criticism.
I don't ask a lot of questions either.
People tend to stay away from me.
Yet I always have this aura of not wanting to bothered around me.
When people pass by, I can feel their eyes on my back.
Their breath brush up behind my neck and on my s
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I wrote this yesterday after feeling down and sad
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Oh wow I love it 