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Illustration by @_ximena.arias
The sun's cold here,
Rain's running dry
And your city lies in dust.
Nothing to love for,
Nothing left in me to be loved.
The streets are crowded,
And yet the crowd's lonely.
Even get togethers bring no face known.
And though
I am the owner of a jet black heart
I long for things to go back the old ways.
Why can't we still hold hands at dinner table?
Why don't we say what we really mean?
We don't talk of things that matter no more.
We lie on this surface
That makes us numb to the feelings,
Let's not just lie on the surface,
lets dive deep into ourselves
And find who we really are.
Because up here on the surface
We're not who we used to be,
We're just someone we don't recognize,
Standing in the place of you and me.
Let's try to remember how it feels to feel
and have a heart that actually beats,
Let's try to remember, how it feels to love,
And to be loved.
Maybe then,
The sun won't be cold to us anymore,
And the rain will drench us in it's love,
I really hope it does,
'cause maybe then,
It'll wash away the darkness of my jet black heart,
And this city will finally lie,
Under a beautiful starry sky.
Amma confessed she killed her best friend Sabrine but she's lying. #mentalillness stigma.
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Updated on June 07, 2018
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