You left me standing in the brink of despair.To me no one or nothing could ever compare.My tortured heart will still go on, even if the love is gone..You never really left.A tortured heart is a slow dying death.
I always feel my words before I express them.So easily for it to be conveyed.But suddenly, my words couldn’t hold water.It is beginning to fade away.I am on a free lance.
The eyes is filled with thousands of words.Where people are been kept captive,Where dreams die.Soaked with an ocean of tears and with a voice begging to be heard.The eyes have an entire universe in them.
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