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Comfort.

Broken stars craving the embrace of the dark. People begging for the sake of their heart.

Heal.

The wounds that I dreaded all day have healed my bruised body.

Scribble.

Some battles fought; survived and lost.

Words.

Merely looking at the stars, admiring the moon, and feeling the cold breeze was my delight.

Dark.

All I could see was, his dark brown eyes staring at me.

Life and Death.

I wonder if I’ve ever let you know, my feelings for you were so true and pure.

Revenge.

Now the melodies have changed and your words have lost their rhyme.

Growth.

I respect them for they were just being themselves.

Cheers.

Here’s to the words that dig deeper than the wounds.

Toxic.

You could’ve loved her for everything she had to offer, instead you turned her cold.