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￭ The only thing
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2008-11-20 | |
I canâ€™t stop seeing myself through you,
The one before me, the door I canâ€™t notice,
The window so cold that freezes these scars
Until they hurt even more.
Itâ€™s amazing! I swear, I never felt this before.
Imagine yourself as a piece of paper,
Colourful and bright
With a contagious smile that no one could deny
And in a split of a second,
A big part of you is torn apart
In small pieces which the wind, of course, blows without remorse.
Your left is flying and you canâ€™t stop it,
Written in grey, pure nothing without a face or energy.
And thereâ€™s no painter to paint you back again.
You find yourself completely numb
With green eyes, not blue.
Resignation to imperfection
When it was possible in its impossible mystery.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
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