Mar 7, 2015, 12:07 PM  

This is me 

  Poetry » Phylosophy
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Thoughts. Overheated moments.
Words too plain, words too honest...
How can I ever be the same?
You stole my heart... and I can breathe again!
I used to think... that life can be deceiving.
I was wrong... Only words can be deceiving.
Words are too deep to understand.
I will keep them among the said.
The truth is... there is nothing that I repent...
Those overheated moments... I could not prevent...
In the heat of the moment...
In the lonely nights... forsaken ...

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