Miss_Epitome

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          The dregs dried up 
          but the cup was still tilted,
          I must've hope there is still something,
          maybe a single drop,
          but all the dishes wished for the cup to join them,
          I must've hope there is still something,
          or maybe hope was the only thing on the handle,
          for the dregs dried up,
          but I still let the bottom reached the air,
          a little bit desperate, you might say,
          but I must've hope there is still something.

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          "What do you think is much heavier? A life without your muse? Or your ability to make art?"
          
          I can make do with a broken heart but I cannot live without my soul—
          
          He is my soul.

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          The sea nymphs laughed sensing your lingered hold,
          molded deeply in my skin, carved in the echoes of my beating heart,
          silhouette in black and white and grey and hazey blur,
          unfamiliar to be gone, not even the waves washed it ashore,
          not even of shy moons and unseen starry skies.

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          "Don't you understand? I have a dream to fly. I will be needles of everyone once I fly. Not a man, not of everyone—"
          
          "Then I will be there for you."
          
          "To catch me? Do you wish for me to fall once I fly?" 
          
          "No. I just wish to admire you from below... if you would let me."

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          For once, love, I want to make my scars the safe shelter,
          pat my own back a bit more harder,
          let my own comfort deny my pain,
          and hide beneath my skin for more than longer.

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          They say, 
          
          "The best way to not get burned is to never let your heart play with fire."
           
          But the clouds were fiery red, blood showered the earth, vines tickled my body like treacherous flames, my spirit celebrated in thick ashes of shame, my mind spiralled in this ludicrous fakes, my chest heaving in scarlet blur—
          
          Love, it was arson.

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          "But why are you leaving?" 
          
          I am not.
          
          I will never.
          
          Sometimes, somehow, life just feels that way—
          leaving a place, time, someone, something,
          but that doesn't mean we are really leaving...
          because how can someone leave when it is placed in the heart?

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          "You're falling for me..."
          
          It wasn't a question, it wasn't even just a simple statement. Instead, it was the quiet form of words he's been showing that came out from the tip of her tongue, breathed in silent thunderstruck acknowledgement. While he froze, the weight of his heaving chest left but the heart knows its owner, and he always felt like his heart is not his alone. He knew it in his soul. It felt easy to accept, after all, he kept it as a secret. Oh, she had no idea how long it has been. Even he had no idea when did it began. 

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          nobody:
          
          him: "so much traffic between us"
          
          is it: Weird but he fell in love with her and she always feel sad when he's around because she knew about his feelings and she's insecure of herself of what does he see in her. Because maybe what he's feeling is something temporary, just to fade in time. But how would it fade when it was his whole life?

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