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There is something so comforting about sitting at libraries late at night with a candle, while you gulp the pages of a book with a hungry fervour. You are so lost in a different world, for a while nothing matters except for the pains of your character and you don't even realise it's dawn. You haven't moved an inch, your back aches, your eyelids are drooping, but you feel this contentment in your chest, and god I would give anything to bring that feeling back.

“Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of a natural death.”

— Anais Nin

How do these four walls, contain my wild soul?

Melt in my mouth like poetry

kiss my tears ever so delicately

hold me close to your heart

caress me on those dark nights

cage me in your love like never before

oh darling I still need your love

I still need your love.

Storm.

We create them.

With a web of lies,

And fake cries.

Then we sigh

When we are too high,

With all the water

Above the head.

We weep again this time

With real tears instead.

But the storm can't be stopped now.

Its no use to keep wondering how?

And so its starts to rain.

And so we regret everything

But all in vain.

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