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Baggages


thought by thought creates doubt

a few watchers standing about

love and loss through a time machine

hopefully, it will be the best medicine

it turns out to be just euphoria

baggages that still hold in our deep area

how many remedies were calculated

nothing left but tired.

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we’re hiding, wishing, then waiting; for the bleeding we can’t stop. every tear we fail to fight, falls again, and won’t give up. all these years, my eyes have known no one else but you alone. i know — we both know — we weren’t meant for each other. maybe in another world we will collide again, maybe then you’ll love me right or maybe I will unlove you once our eyes find each other year by year, I couldn’t be shaken — all my days, I loved you the most, until it hurt so good. night after night, i whisper a prayer for your sake. through silence, storm, or endless skies, through gentle dawn or shadowed gray, even when your eyes forget my face, and time rewrites our yesterday — i will love you, either way. where laughter and pain entwine, you were the poem I couldn’t finish, the love I once called mine. ’cause I love you — either way.
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