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The only way to let my heart talk is silence. The only area that true. Words always cheat, a code. I like arts, my life. When someone likes my paintings, my words, my writings... It was enchanting like a chronicle of friendship. Condensing my love to cycles into many artworks I'm done. But I can be me in silences, a quiet place. I love him when we sat in silence, but it can't be true
I love you in pop colors, but I love you in silence. I'm sure he likes me too. I'm sure you love me too. Because it was empty and lost and broke, then we were crushing on each other. Because it was at my worst, the death mask, the depression, I was praying for you. I'm enough with his feelings, I never give up on you. It's emotion to emotion, it's direct, heart to heart.
But I lied to him while I always be honest with you. There's a lot of difference, honey, you and him. I was laughing for his attention, he's so cute, but never knew the true color is. I was laughing in a safe and healing touch, you're so genuine, but never knew the truth is. I'm laughing because I'm talking about how I don't talk to anyone, but you.
I never show me to anyone before, but you. I'm writing at peace now, for you
I'm sick of myself too sometimes, but with you, you're not here and I can be me
I never gave up. I'm going to make a beautiful life for myself. I deserve it
And I deserve you, I think
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BUTTERFLY - LOVE
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