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We still sleep with the nightmares Hoping to dream of some place, Some place where someone cares, Some place where we aren't in a race, To please others out of our spares. Here we hide our pain, Always cry out, But always in the pillows, sure in vain. When you get to understand what it's about, It could drive you insane. Some are living a lie, Others lie to live, Some are living to die, Others dying to live. In the end We just end up existing, Like bad herbs, just persisting. Poet's artistic name: Yugure

I dunno I loved, I really loved. I bent into four, cared to the core, your happiness, all I behoved. I was so blind, that if you asked me to, I could, pluck out the moon,  grind it and place on a spoon. So blind, that I could, see our future, the houses, the kids to nurture. So blind, that all I saw was you, your smile, your beauty, just to name a few. But, You saw me, like a friend, a brother, sometimes a random who, Who brought in the care, love and all you aspired to, but lifetime committment, that could never be true. My heart broke down and into pieces split, I kept the hope, at every word and touch, believing maybe it'll fit I wasnt in a bottle, surely a bottomless pit. Then you told me there was another, Morethan a friend, your lifetime partner, Life made me sit, and reality did hit. only then did I know I had to quit. It took sometime, Now, I see, the ideal that I can be, my value, my worth, the priceless he. Now, I see, Girls who saw my worth, when all I was, was the worth...

  Last time I checked, you were breathing You looked at me, and described my shirt, so I suppose you were seeing And obviously...walking. We moved a few times to the library Despite your tight and well planned itinerary  And observed the beautiful scenery Of the sunset from the balcony. Last time I checked, you were thinking While reading... somethings you had put down in writing And wondering just how hectic Splendid, but also chaotic Your life was a few years back When you carried half your body's weight, almost everyday on your back. Last time I checked, you were writing Your fingers moving to catch up with the speed of your thinking Your lips curving into a smile with every error And your mind correcting it almost instantly with a roar... Then you smiled again and wondered Why you felt like crap and pondered On the reasons for that being... Again, you are just a human being. Right now, you are feeling... Like giving yourself a good beating For ever considering  That y...