nobody will love you more,
as much as an artist can.
nobody will know you as well,
as a good piece of art wil.
nobody will understand you more,
as the sound of silence does.
nothing will inspire you more,
as the distanced views will.
nobody will know as much secrets,
as the stars.
nothing will make you feel more alive,
as your fears will.
nobody wil break you more,
as the people you think you know.
so how do we think to know,
when no-one knows.
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PoetryI am not good at this, but this is just my thoughts, my story. It is just for me to write out me thoughts en feelings. So if you dont like it, what are you still doing here?
