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The way you wanted me to be
Imagination has now killed the intention
desire, hunger
for the person you were
and time has now revived
the person that I am
along with the desire
and madness that drove me
for years and years
with hungry heart and
eyes with tears
long and long
I walked
on a blank sheet of paper
with a broken feelings
and a perfectly fine pen
a gift that I faintly remember now
but still It writes my heart out
when I'm lonely and
exactly the way you wanted me to be
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