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Picking up broken pieces of what we were, The monsters in my head, ruthless, Ugh, they strip me bare. But could you ever bring yourself...

Melting into soundless oblivion, Grabbing the edges, yet you bruise my fingers, Steady and merciless as the sinking sand, You trampled on...

Falling away into pits of endless, inky black, Stapling broken pieces, but it seems frivolous since the start, Starving for a pretext to...

Obliterating everything, tearing us apart, Slaughter of the finest at the devil's command, Fooling us into blind hate, rancor and...

I felt the knife even before it was there, Yet, in love and war, was anything fair? Perhaps our passion and purpose would've taken us...

Like fireworks in the velvety dark, The blaze that dares to light up the night, Like a choir in the serenade of the black, Singing in...

The most beautiful art alive, Alive in raw energy, A song for the eyes, Making me want to fly, Vibrating somehow, Whispering inaudibly,...

Words that took a knife to me skin, Cold, so cold, the rug couldn't warm me in, Striking out if I crossed some invisible line, And yet...

The colors are fiercely bold and homely, My eyes soaking in those scarlet-maple hands, There she is; donning her most vibrant hues,...

Her hair was tousled into buoyant waves, Dancing with the canopies of the fierce flames, Red, orange and yellow, in a hundred shades, The...

In wind, the stripes making it alive, A fish swimming up the current, Bold, vibrant and strong they are, Fluttering, rendering me...

She wasn't the same anymore, she'd never be again, Young fires blazing, lit with the exuberance of youth, Making her own definition,...

Clouds gather, the sky a silvery fade, Strongest of grays to softest of whites, Promising strong gusts, rain that danced in the streets,...

No more than just a distortion of light, yet, A human cut out of colors that weren't right, A chill in the air, a shimmer of mist, Silver...

Similarities irk her now; she yearns to be different, To stay away from them, to be one of a kind, The kind that women loved to hate,...

To me, it's music drowning my deep scars, Escaping the prison that's invisible to others, Wounds heal as if my blood were liquid magic,...

Framed gold, beneath light dust, there's an intricate, precise design, Bringing sweet reverie, to thoughts of passing daydreams, All they...

The grief surges with each expelled breath, Reaching higher peaks, never sufficiently soothed, Tears spill from helpless eyes onto the...

We asked God- "When will this situation improve?" He kept mum, and we expected soon, Minutes became hours, hours became days, Days became...