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It's so hard to cry.
To just let everything out.
All I can do is let out a sigh.
I still try not to doubt.
I just want to run out into the rain.
And release all the pain.
To scream at the top of my lungs.
Then maybe everyone among.
The deep dark world will hear.
Will hear what once was a silent scream.
Is now loud and clear.
And was never a dream.
Your soul mate takes your breath away.
and gives you butterflies,
when they walk into the room.
Can make you smile and laugh,
with just a look.
Understands you and protects you.
Makes you their only one.
Loves you for who you are.
Blows you away.
Falls in love with your personality.
Not just your looks.
Can tell you anything.
Tell you everything is going to be okay.
Cuddle with you when things are tough.
Snuggle like a puppy dog.
Pull eeachother close.
When two people can hold hands.
Kiss lightly and sweetly.
Wake up to a smile.
Can be cheesy and silly.
Be themselves around you.
Cannot stop thinking about you.
Want to spend the rest of their life with you.
Conquer the world by your side.
Dance together perfectly.
Discover your destiny.
Best of all.
It's not about sex.
Sex is easy.
But not worth it.
or even special.
It's not even romantic.
Romance is when can know in your heart,
and easily whisper,
I love you.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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