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So today my pen flows like love

And you’re the cap that’s gone missing
I can either write it out and hope that you feel something

Or just wait to let it dry without peace.

Some stories feel like a song

Ours feels like you paused it in the middle
But I’ve realised I have to let this tune go

Because it would hurt too much to love you anymore

What I felt will be buried within these words

Which are mere marks of black ink or black pixels to others
But to you, they should be more than that

Should you allow yourself to feel, and not just read
Maybe what I feel is not in your spectrum

Maybe that’s why our lives are coloured so differently
But maybe instead of running around

You could allow yourself to walk a little

A little slowly, with the breeze hitting your face
I would be jealous of that breeze

But maybe that’s all that you’ll need.

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