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Seventy-seventh say

Little pink box

I used to look in the mirror
and feel so strong
now I get down on my knees
where you belong

I can’t stop trying
to figure out
why you floated away
like a thundercloud,

moved by my words and thoughts,
never figured what they’d cost

The hardest thing was
you moved on, and made me stay
but didn’t you really,
just stuff me away?

Push me away, there in your little pink box
hide me in the closet next to your primary colors.

– Anne’s says

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Seventy-sixth say

Lightheaded feeling

My shirt feels clean
my hands feel soft
when you hold them

I wish he visited my dream
entered and left a mark
cause since day is so bright
night gets so dark

Instead he’s a candle scene
lit on fire by a look in my eyes
blown out when sleep calls
to be my saviour in disquise

Anne’s says

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Seventy-fifth say

I smoke  your dreams
I cough ’em out
I drink your love
I dove ’em out

Signs of fogg
rising from the ground
trembled dog
waiting to be found

– Anne’s says

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Seventy-third say

When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
Then waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of your bed and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she’s not, ’cause she’s gone

– Dreaming with a broken heart (John Mayer)


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Seventy-second say

Even when I live,
a piece of me will die
win some lose some she won’t bare deny
Maybe when I sleep,
I’ll feel you in my dreams

– Someday’s gone (The All American Rejects)

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71th say

My song, my violins

I saw the meaning
I feel no tears

No sadness
not even tears, of joy

It’s about time
to live without hate

Seeing the good and happy
instead of the dumbed and betrayed

Putting my foot down
against the bad
instead of letting it ruin me

My breath,
my limbs
tapping along with the
bass, and violins traveling,
carrying joy through
all there is of me

– Anne’s says


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Sixty-ninth say



I feel the air blowing through my room. I don’t feel good.
The air is humid and stuffy. Like my head is water-resistant and air holding.
Nothing can go inside , nothing goes out.

My brain, my conscience they’re driving me crazy.
I feel like they’re drowning in my thoughts.
There are so many decisions.
I have to discuss with my left shoulder angel,
And my right shoulder devil.

Why live life the good way?
Why live it badly.

Choose what makes you happier. But if you’re the only one smiling.
Shining like you’re enjoying your own laughter.

One day you’ll find out that you can only see your smile,
When you look into a mirror.
And when there is nobody to care for you.

There is no one holding the mirror in front of your face.
And the mirror gets heavier every second you’re holding it.
Your shine get’s dimmed, and suddenly there’s no light in the darkness.

– Anne’s says


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Sixty-eight say


Friendship is a gift
Love is a battle
Let me be the wrapping of your war.

Friendship comes and goes
Love is deep in the heart
Let it slide to romance once,
and friendship twice

Never forget,
what we had
and what we have.

Every minute spent with you,
every moment we came through.

Your soul hardly read
So many sides unled

I picked up my feet,
too tired to read,
the subtitles which imprison your life

Please do them away,
and give us a shot.

Cause our love is strong enough to survive

– Anne’s says


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