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I wish I could see the fine line,
Between imagination and reality, The moment of escape, Against the moment of painful truth,
If only there is a door,
That could take me, To a safe place, Away from all the walls,
I saw in glimpses,
In every letters I wrote.
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Segala apa yang aku rasa,
Tersekat di dalam dada, Ingin diluahkan semua, Hilang rasa dan suara,
Aku kian jauh,
Semakin jatuh, Menggapai harapan, Ingin diselamatkan,
Tapi tiada tempat,
Untuk aku berpegang, Makin hilang semua, Nafas semakin hilang,
Biarpun aku menjerit,
Menahan sakit perit, Aku tetap disini, Penat dan ingin pergi.
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Have you ever,
Saw a lovely flower, Blooming perfectly, On a lovely morning,
It’s a slow moment,
In a timeless motion, Mesmerized and captivated, By the one and only.
I want you to know,
I love all the things, That you do for me, And I want you to feel, Happier here,
How can I forget,
How can I erase, The sweetness of your smile, The kindness of your eyes, And the love that you share,
I don’t want to lose,
The fire burning in you, The passion of wanting you, And the endless desire, That keeps me alive,
I don’t want to forget,
All the moments that we had, I want to keep it forever here, Till the end of time, I wolf you, Love.
The only happy ending I can think of for the couple is, Joe focuses on building a better foundation for Love and Henry. Love is healing and need a strong support from her husband. I’m writing this from a perspective that Joe became a husband that focuses more on recovering and build a family instead of chasing fantasies.
It totally shows how the series affected me.
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I know I’ve been writing too much,
About all the pain I have inside, Probably the only outlet I have, When I can’t rely on anyone else,
Sorry, if my words are too dark,
Too depressing and moody, bland inside, Too solid like a concrete, Nothing soft or abstract about it,
In every breath I take,
Weakens me like a kryptonite, Slowly corrupting my mind, Bereft of color,
It’s not that I never want to,
Write something charming and sweet, But the mind have a different side, One too broken to reside.
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How am I here,
After all the screams and pain, After all the tears and numbness, And all the repeating episodes,
How am I here,
After all the terrible dreams, After all the hopeful steps, And all the people that came and left,
How am I here,
Living with this sickness, Breathing with this madness, And pretending all is well,
How am I here,
When my soul drifted away, When my passion withers, And not a step further to take.
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I wish I could dream,
When I couldn’t, So I can run away, From all my problems, Because life gets overwhelming, From all the wound and scars, From all the games and drama,
Let me be with positivity,
So I can heal peacefully, The rest I could use, To be released and free, And feel brave again, After all the wars and battles, I wish I could dream again.
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If I could tell,
Exactly how I feel, The taste of peace, Or the numb game,
It’s probably a good sign,
Nothing intense is going on, My brain probably resting, In a mode called denying,
Or really it’s not,
But an untied knot.
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‘ve been thinking too much lately,
About the things and absurdity, Like how some people can easily, Judge others unempathically,
Can’t help to ignore the pattern,
Clear as the sky unlikely hidden, Most preaches about life and heaven, Then they judge, rot in hell, heathen!
Then came those who sounds so sweet,
Inviting us for hell of a treat, Wanting something more than meat, Then leaving us all on the street,
I’ve been thinking to much lately,
Reaching to the point of insanity, Arguing with myself endlessly, Repeating the cycle infinitely.
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It’s really funny,
Where I’m going now, I couldn’t really tell, If it’s straight or to hell,
Thinking so much,
Stinging and paralyzing, Beating it with a stick, To make it working,
It reminded me how,
I used to beat myself, Just to feel the pain, So I can numb things again,
It’s like I want to go forward,
But my body just want to stay, Dragging my feet just to stumble, Then bleed and life crumble,
All this for what exactly,
I’m too tired, to hope too, To keep on falling likely, God, let me sleep through.