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starry night

Sitting by the window pane, watching snowflakes fall setting peacefully upon the ground looking above to see a shining star twinkling so brightly in the heavens grasp feeling the warming sensation run through my body awakening feelings that was so deep I look around hoping to meet your gaze and your hands wrapping around my waist shivering as your breathe touches my neck and making me realise am...

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imortal

As I walk through the streets I watch my pray I notice difference between them an me I keep to the shadows not showing my face only until I take there life as the last drop of blood lands on my tongue I realise what I have done am no longer a human but I feared a creature of the night from that moment on I understand the way of life my kind live taking live as easy as the air we breathe in I sim...

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love

I cry so hard, because I fear we will always be apart I long for you with every part of me, but yet I fear so much that we will never be, if I could just see you once, hold you tight that would be the happiest moment of my life if I were to die now I would die broken-hearted , for then we would have always been parted, I cant help but to cry my heart aches for you to be nearby don’t forget me my...

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emptyness

I was there when you needed to smile, I was there to make your life worthwhile… but I wonder who’d you go running to, the times at night you are feeling blue…when you haven’t got me, would you notice I’m gone, probably so, because I know that I didn’t belong…I know I get use, just for your amusement, but what about me? What about my parts that are bruising?… have you ever asked” layla are you ok...

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