my once upon a time

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It's 5 AM,
birds will sing soon,
breeze will soon whistle in between,
I cannot sleep, I cannot rest in peace
I look at the roof and starts to think
about the broken me that i still resist,
I think about old times with him,
about the dreams of yesterday,
I look at the sun rising,
the light is invading my space,
I think of how he used to be like this;
the sparkles that i see everywhere,
I remember the constellation i saw that time;
when he broke the heart of mine,
but despite the tears, i did not regret this magic,
I think about all the moments and conversations,
I think with my mind and see things
through this wounded heart,
he was never mine,
because in an instant
everything felt like once upon a time...

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