You are the pain that sore,
but so pure you are my only cure.

That smile of yours makes me weak,
It also gives me strength every time I am sick.

You are the missing piece I have been searching my whole life,
But something in your archive never failed to make you look at me as wrong, never right.

The night was so silent,
I woke in the morning feeling so violent.

When I said I didn’t get much sleep, what I actually meant is,
I wish today can squeeze itself some space for peace, even a little bit.

You are the one I wanted all along,
You are also the one who keep telling me to be gone.


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