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i am always
afraid of me.
the day she
left and gone
to some place.
—is she happy
now?

tears won't
fall,
all i could
was to
try smiling
—a fake one.

then roses'
thorns dug
into my arms.
sweet, fresh petals
lingers through
my nose
—her scent.

i can't believe
she isn't here
with me
anymore.

i don't believe
anybody,
anyone,
feels the
way i do
about you.

after all,
you were
the one
who saved
me from
falling,
falling
—so deep
i only saw
was darkness.

you were my
light
—the star
with the
brightest
light.

—wonderwall;

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