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Friday, September 4, 2015
1:37 AM

once I dreamt of a great adventure
where we fought the demons
that clawed its way
through our souls
we were on our knees
skin smudged with blood and dust
when I woke up
by the sound of morning classes
and dreaded judgement

once I dreamt of a great love story
I watched you pass by on a bicycle
from the inside of a bus
that was our last goodbye
when I woke up
you never left
but you never loved me neither

once I dreamt a tragedy
but the greater fragments
are lost through reality
I do not remember where we were
only that you were there

maybe our desire to live
made us hope
for stories we were told
through pages bound
in between our slumbers
be it fighting demons
or romance turned tragedy
I wish to live a dream
to live
for something more.

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1:31 AM

you avoid meeting too many people
you don't like noises
and big crowds
when you get attached
you distance yourself
under the mask that you've created
no one will see
the timidness behind it
your scarred and fearful face

then one day someone tries to break it
and the fear that you'll be figured out
turns to anger
to violence

because there are two types of troubling people in this world
the ones who talk too much
and the ones who don't talk enough

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Tuesday, August 18, 2015
6:53 AM

when i first met you
i saw sadness in your eyes
in the thin tuffs of hair behind your ears
in your hands of protruding bones
so i made up stories
about fixing you
that would never come true

in between our awkward conversations
i made a world where
he and she shared the stars of the night sky
they shared their daydreams
and whispered love
you would have never cared anyway

when i was leaving
i wrote that he left first
but it didn't matter anyway
there was nothing between us but fiction
then i met him
and saw your sadness
in the tuffs of his hair behind his ears
in his hands of protruding bones
and it is not fair

you are not him.
why do i think about you
when there is nothing to remember
but the world that i created?

the reality is, you do not exist.

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Thursday, August 6, 2015
5:34 PM

of course you would remember the first time you met eyes.

at that time he was no one. he was another person to fill the pores of your skin. then he talked to you with those eyes.

of course you remembered that time he said hi to you at that corridor. it was no big deal; just a hi. but not to you, who felt invisible under the sheets in your bed.

of course you would avoid the road where you two met eyes and waved at each other. of course you felt special. he made you feel like you exist. like he saw you.

he saw nothing.

of course you would be upset to know that he was not who you thought him to be.

of course you would be heavy-hearted to smile at his jokes, or the stories of him your friends tell you.

of course you would be hurt.

of course you would cry.

there is no wrong in being weak; in being human.

it's okay, it's okay.

you can live without him in your life. you don't need him. you don't need anyone to fill your life with greatness; you are the epitome of potential. you were made for lazy nights and ocean waves. and it's okay to want to have someone, but know that that won't destroy you.

it's okay, really. it's fine, you are going to be fine. of course you are.

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