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Every time you hurt me,
tears is what I give away.
Every time you hurt me,
our memories is what I give away.
Every time you hurt me ,
moonless nights is what, our days of
joy become to me.
You push me, you throw me away.
You make it so hard,
to want to stay.
Sometimes, I just want to pull away
on my own.
But that is not the fact which puts,
me in fear's daze.
Its the truth that,
Sometimes is Every time nowadays.
I am on the horizon,
My step already in the abyss.
An abyss, where there is
No day or night,
No light or dark.
Just me
And the darkness to see.
Its a plea,
Request for you to hurt me.
Hurt me once more ,
so that I can give away
the last tear I adore.
Its a plea,
Request for you to push me.
Push me just one more time,
so I am down the abyss,
where darkness is the only thing to call mine.
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Creative Diary
PoetryA simple poetry book by a girl who believes , the more she sees world the less she desires to live.
