Midnight thought:
It's sometimes better to be on your own, cherishing every movement you have.
No relationships, not having a argument every other second. No strings attached.
Having just a few friends, to look after and probably less people who really matter in your life.
And some people you just met along the journey of life.

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laugh
laugh at your own sorrows, your own failures, your regrets...

or laugh at the society, it's morals and principles, it rules for success and the beautiful bloody smiles they make when they eat their own flesh with their own bloody mouth.
hahahaha

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I look up at the sky and wonder...
how did this happen, how did I end up here.
but there comes a voice from within a voice that speaks to me in a very slow voice. It say "Don't give up, just a little more, just a little more."

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you promise you'll be awake with me,
tell those stories you used to tell me
those small gossips about our class,
those beautiful love stories you read online
those beautiful, giggles you used to make
and made me to stay awake

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if you still believe in God, Karma and Love. Like you used to do. I never knew anything about these. Until I met you. You taught me these, without you they have no meaning
Not to me at least.

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They both never met,
that's what I read,
to let this story become a shame
I think I'm the one to blame

Apart from being noisy and broke
I didn't had the courage it took,
I held my head, in misery
under the broken wings of epiphany

They say good things come to those who wait
but I think it was my biggest mistake,
To let her fade away in her own lonly vein
which became my biggest PAIN

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Scars are there in her mind gifted to her by her past. She is scared too much to trust again but she laughs even when it hurts the most just to tell the world " I am fine." She feels lonely, unloved, undesirable, used and broke but then she fell again maybe to get some new scars again, when she saw that shy boy in her neighbor's wedding. His awkward smile said something to her in the mystic language that SHE WAS NOT ALONE.

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There she stood in the white dress. Her lips were red as blood, her skin was shining as the Perl. As I stand in the crowd astounded by her magnificent beauty, with eyes that can pierce the soul, she looked at me in the crowd of all the fellow guests but I didn't have the courage to look straight in her eyes. And like every Cinderella Story she again vanished into the crowd, without showing the mercy to show herself again to me.

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