dear diary,
everytime i'm there... i think of you
would you care to explain to me?
i talked to her
we went through the same
'It didn't hurt that much does it?'
she said ' no... it does'
'then why choose it that way?'
'coz nothing gonna comes out of it...' silence
our nights seem long and quiet
our thoughts were unfathomable and complicated
our words were profound and melancholic
our feelings seem so far to catch
searching for the lost souls within us
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