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October 26th of 2014

Part of me says that it is all right
As if long forgotten like pieces of history
But it will never be like that
It always lingers in this soft spot called heart

You say that I should forgive all those people that never mended what has left in me

The words they say are discouraging
But you lift me as if I am part of scattered dusts

You never give me any sympathetic words

Because you are the one who help me get through this
I am ready to see the ugliest of truth
That this world is offering

Those I repeat will probably be like a never ending mantra

But It will not signifies me but them
The love that we share everyday
Boost my energy to the excited states

They are like demons harsh whispering in my ear

Disguising as angels but fallen
Flying, surrounding me with black huge wings
Dancing, murmuring, and smiling

I see the light above me

The face of the most beautiful man
The man I always dream...
of paradise, euphoria and peace

But it is you the one I want to be with

With your innocent soul and body
How your lips curve the way I do mine
Praying and crying and kissing

This is the epiphany of my life

The storage of truth and revelation
It is not them who run my world
Because I am the one whose driving

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