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When I started missing dead people I knew how pathetic I were when I missed people who's alive by now

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and she's the prison. she's the cage. she's the tub, shes the house, she's the fire. I want to get arrested to be locked in her soul. I want to be the bird thats locked in her ribcage. I want to be her tears that is mixed with the water. I want to be embraced by her two hands that felt like home. I want to be the candle. so she light me up, burn myself just to see her darkest thoughts.

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When I knew that I can't hear you laugh again, nor see your smile, not even seeing those pretty eyes of yours, I knew then that I can't reach the moon just like I can't reach you.

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“The whole world” was the sentence that I could describe her with. Her eyes were the stars, when you stare at them and not get bored. Her body was the city, where you would love discovering her parts. Her lips were oxygen, where you should use it to stay alive. Her hands were soft as silk, where you would never want to let go of them. Her heart was the snow, it was just as cold but beautiful. Her thoughts were dark, like a dark hole. Her thoughts were something unfathomable. The whole world, suits her more than her name ever will.