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poetry no. 10

can't get you out of my head,
every night when i sat on my bed.
thoughts of you keeps crawling to me,
hoping someday i'll be free.

tears cascading from my eyes,
just the thought of you i could die.
but what am i to you anyways?
this should stop because it can no longer be faced.

seeing you is like a living torture,
like a hell hole i laid in despair.
what would now happen to my future?
please just let me disappear.

butterflies came out from its grave,
one by one i need to be saved.
poems for you that needs to be burnt,
for it's tempting me to make a u-turn.

in this tragic story i am starring,
love has come to an ending.
for i'm living in this cruel fantasy,
that tells me that we're “cannot be”.

—lali. ♡

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