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    •Pen
    The stars in your eyes shall live longer than history
    •Before
    I pressed my love inside an old journal
    •Miserable
    The storm and thunder stirring inside your heart
    •Weird
    I cradle my broken childhood
    •Denial
    Sufferings are the soft taps of life
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    The stars in your eyes shall
    live longer than the history for
    if someday your pen prevents to
    pump ink any further, you would
    have a reason to relax and rewrite
    your visions with them

    I pressed my love inside an old
    journal suffocated its steam and
    plucked its veins before my soul
    would sign a veto in consent with
    my heart to the still living love sips
    in my tears

    The storm and thunder stirring
    inside your heart will come to an
    end, these miserable terms shall
    pass too, faith will drain your pain
    again. It will rain again

    I cradle my broken childhood in
    splits of my tresses, in weird looks
    of my contour, in compass cuts of
    my arms. My chin still wields the
    scars of sticks and staves

    Sufferings are the soft taps of
    life like snow on a summer night
    They will melt and fade away in
    no time. So, don't obtain shocks
    and deliver them a chicken denial
    Just hold onto hope and buckle up
    some extra patience

    -SG