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® 2013 :: Not fading away, just holding breath. What is the meaning of waiting if no change is granted? |
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accurately aimed attention. things that make us look. and the things we turn away from. we choose how much we see or ignore in our godly manner. how much blindness we will adopt again. the new year bound to hurt us again, please us, worry us, make us laugh and cry - where will we look for comfort if not in each other. leftovers of hope might just be enough to live on. soul searching had stopped long ago. it's just us now. naked, depth deprived. |
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the sun joins, keeps us alive. somehow. |
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somehow we go by. even if every fiber of our body tells us to stop. thoughts can orbit either way. something makes up a conversation. they cease eventually and we move on. nothing is quiet. tears have all dried out. [we can share everything with each other]
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we keep music inside us and we dream. yet again we erase time and we hope. |
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heat boils the thoughts into lyrics, later comes an oblivion. we can yearn to breathe cold air, and when cold arrives we pray for sun. |
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sometimes you just have to let go. parting with dreams can be a prolong sorrow and comfort will only be brought by those who scrape us of the bathroom floor. all we need to do, is to collect our thoughts from the ground. we'll live [just to go on]. |
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the shortest year, the longest of all. sleep deprived, new aches now for always, facial grims, ocean deep of worries. but what a year. it's time to leave. befriended universe. it is spectacular to discover what else you can be capable of. and so it's time to leave it behind. spectacular doesn't always belong to reality
[some images will stay in us forever, some memories will hunt us].
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