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All i see in front of me,

is a blank space in front of me,

next to me, even behind me,

only pain seems to be able to find me,

this is the way you wanted to be,

there are some eyes i pray to see,

fuel my writing, grown from an ink tree,

shatter the iceburgs that try and sink me,

so here you are, alone again,

with nothing to hold onto but a pen,

with nothing to write about but back then,

speak of the future, quite uncertain,

guess another doesn't want me,

stress another, she becomes a taunt fee,

that i pay for every single second,

if there poems were tweets, she's always get mentioned.