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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Breathing the new air, grasping a trembling news Firming my grasp, and holding my grips Asking anyone to trample on my shoes As me flying my mind, and stiffening up my lips I cannot cry, as my tears are dry Messages are not on your mind to reply I cannot complain because you are never mine I now realize that this love is blind Where are the eyes of this love? For they are torn apart, becoming more and more rough Soaring in sore, nothing more to explore Aching in blister, nothing more to linger Who do you think you are? Killing my dream, that the one is not far Decapitating my limb, to reach an unreachable star My hand cannot touch you, you leave me a scar As I watch the unknown, I try to feel unbroken But the news has been born, tis’ my heart you have broken I am thrown from the throne, screaming in salient silent The news is you’re not the one, my heart feels so vacant Who do you think you are? Strolling around the cemetery of my demons Who do you think you are? Bringing back your uneasy reasons Who do you think you are? Incarcerating my mind throughout the seasons Who do you think you are? Enchanting me with unsighted visions But now I have to be alluringly left But now I have to respect this concept But now I have to comply with the precept That the news is you’re not the one, I have to accept.
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