"In the core of my heart I still live"

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Can you feel that strong desire

coming from inside?

So fascinating

and suffocating.

Will the wounds heal by themselves?

Or will love turn into ire?
Hands, leaving trails - I still see.

Words, bending my mind,

echoing grief.

And still, I carry a spark within me.

 

I miss life.

But did I truly live?

I know you need me,

just tell me, what to believe?

 

Being so fragile, being so weak…

Day after day, time will peel,

and I will slowly break into pieces.

Now, how does it feel?​