No one will know of the greatest place I've been to.
The dust under my shoes from around the globe means nothing when people ask me about my favourite destination.
It was always your heart, how sacred it was so I had to remove my shoe and tread over it.
I've left my footprints intact. You can still find them & along with them I've left the dust from 178 countries.
-said the globetrotter.

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Coz tonight when you'll try to sleep, begging Morpheus to come visit you, blood-shot eyes from the sleepless vanity nights, thinking over how you lost your sleep as easily as you lost me, then I'll creep up in the darkness of your room, stand in the corner & watch you writhe in pain. Just like the nights when I needed you & you were never there.

Only then would my epitaph become coherent. You were the death of me.

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If dresses could speak, the new untouched ones which gathered dust behind in the closet would have screamed to be handed over to the daughter of the maid who came everyday in tattered rags to clean her madam's wardrobe.

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I was a firm believer of nothing unrequited but that was till I met you. Then, I wanted to taste the sweet poison of unrequited love. Oh boy, did you succeed in making my stone heart fall for you.
And I'm still falling, I don't know when i'll stop coz I've become addicted to your carnal love's accomplice - Pain.
I feel alive at 3AM when I still weave our future together with figments from my insomniac mind.
I lost my sleep just as easily as I lost my heart. Ah, and searching for the antidote is what keeps me alive the next morning.

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And then I realised there's no problem in being cathartic & solitary.
There's beauty even in melancholy.

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Sometimes I wish I were a 90's teen more than anything else.

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We are living on a tightrope of uncertainty.
That kind of uncertainty that intrigues you in one breath & leaves you breathless with fear in the next.

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I hope 2017 fixes all those faults 2016 has caused. Heals all those wounds, mends all those broken parts.
And all the promises broken, and the other things broken in 2016, I hope against hope that I at least try to fix those.

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You're the arsonist who sets my pyromaniac heart on fire.

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I was an atheist till I saw her, bleeding on the stone cold floor,
Clipped wings and open gashes, she lay in her own gore,
I would've waited for her to heal,
I would've melted my heart of steel,
But as I reached out, I cringed back,
Took a breath and turned back.

Wrapped up in mistakes and sins,
Regrets running through my veins.
How could a devil save an angel?

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