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I'll keep you locked away,
deep inside
my heart
for as long as
I still have
the key.
deep inside
my heart
for as long as
I still have
the key.
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Signifying nothing
I.
I have crumpled pieces of paper, collected from corners in my mind
I have notes, and words and terrible troubles, all unwritten on a blank
piece of paper
Typed with no hands
Sung with no voice
Said with no words
And yet I have this, still: silence.
The echo of eclecticism, of a vast void of words, signifying nothing
and everything.
You.
You have these cast out watery words which you read from my post-its
You have these notes, my words and wonderings, all written, right here
on your screen
Typed with these hollow hands
Sung with a volume-less voice
Said with the only words I know how not to speak.
Do you hear them howling in the dark?
Literature
this is goodbye
once upon a time, i was broken
i hurt so badly that i had to make
others hurt as well
and i had to make myself hurt even worse
i was scared to live and scared of life
and scar(r)ed beyond belief
i hated the heart that beat within
my fragile chest
fluttering beneath
my heaving breast
my heart, oh,
all it wanted was a chance at life
and it knew that all i wanted
was a chance to die
and so it tried to run away
it panicked and tried to flee
but i swallowed a little
blue green yellow pill
step by step by step
until it stopped, stooped
beneath the weight of the world
and the weight of my wings
after the end, i started to recover
i laughed and
Literature
A Coeur Perdu, on repart a zero !
CHAPITRE I : Son nom
La porte s'ouvrit à la volée, interrompant ses pensées. En moins de deux secondes, cinq personnes vêtues de noir étaient entrées dans la maison. Elle n'eut même pas le loisir de réagir qu'une personne l'avait déjà relevée et bloquée contre le mur de ses puissants bras. Deux personnes montèrent à l'étage. Une resta devant la porte et la dernière fit le tour du rez-de-chaussée.
« Tu dis un mot, tu pousses un cri, et je te descends, c'est bien compris ? », lui chuchota l'homme qui la retenait, alors qu'elle sentait tout juste l
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Sweet and short.
Good job.
Good job.