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I'm missing you A lot… With a broken heart And wet eyes… Please do come back to me….. You know I'll always be waiting for you...

We are strong people We have to be to survive one more day We cry in the darkness, in a corner or deep inside ourselves. We cry where no one can see how damaged or fragile we truly are. We are strong until the smallest realization shatters us and the tears won't stop running down.

But here comes your man With the big smile you always dreamed of Plus a safety hug...all just for you. I may not wear a red and golden cape… But I'll be your hero all the same. I'll rescue you from your misery, I'll put an end to all that's evil in your life. with just one look you'll know I'm the one for you. you'll be my little damsel, and I'll wield my sword like the big man you deserve. So cry no more, 'cos here comes your man. I'm yours, truly yours and only yours.

If for eternity I'll have you next to me Just for tonight, I feel I can wait another night.

I'm waiting for the day when I'll be brave enough Ready enough   To say aloud what I've been feeling since the first day I met you. I'll say I don't want to leave . . You . . I'm waiting for the day in which you'll hold me tight and whisper,   very slowly, you don't need to. And that day,            that night, We'll sleep one next to the other, not parting ways And I'll go to sleep afraid of the morning,    when I'll wish for the day you'll ask me never to leave.

He said girl, you are amazing! I'd do whatever you want for you. He said the worlds, they came out of his mouth, he was to take responsibility for them, so I made that face, that girly face that says all I could ever want from you is love. I made that face that I promised myself so many times that I would never put on. That face that from my point of view separated the strong from the weak, but for him, I dared being weak. So I crossed the line and I showed him the face. And he showed me how weak I had become. He looked at me, understood the face and said "anything but that". What could I do? I wanted to cry my heart out. He destroyed me

I want it! He said eagearly B-but – but you can't….you can't have it! I want it; I wouldn't be able to walk away without it! I would suffer of many sleepless nights just wishing it was mine. But this is not for sale. It's worthless Please don't say that! How can you spout such cruel words! Can't you see how special it is? Special? It's all broken, shattered. It's beyond repair. Then why don't you give it to me? I would love to spend as many hours as necessary to fix it and more! Only its company once fixed could surpass the happiness of putting each piece together, the thrill of discovering how each piece falls into place! Bu

"In this world, you can only find two types of women" it would read, "those who are capable of being happy by themselves and so they are strong, weak winds will not bring them down" The other kind is my kind. Maybe you are like me, I hope you are not. That girl over there that cries to the stars is also like me. She cannot smile by herself, so she cries alone. I once talked with her; she told me she felt like a prisoner, counting down the days left before seeing sunshine again. She said something I will never forget, she said she will only fall in love once because she knew she was too weak to survive with a broken heart. She said "I hav

A door has been shut closed. I'm no longer who I used to be. I lost my identity as a writer. As one, I enjoyed the pleasure of being a godlike being. The power I took from inventing new worlds filled my heart when it was emptiest. I was once terribly broken inside, seeking the opportunity to escape from what I saw as a damaged reality. I was no more than shattered pieces of a complex jigsaw with no shape at all. Yet time pased and with the help of many I grew up. I've found beauty in life and so I lost the key to so many worlds. Memories will never be erased, but memories they'll be. Goodbye, old me.

You're a fragile soul who's lost. You know not what to do anymore. You want to give in, to give up, because you know how to do that. Because you've fallen many times and now your legs seem too weak to stand your own weight. And god knows how much easier it is to stay broken, sprawled on the floor than to gather the needed strength to stand up. Your eyes have run dry from crying so much, they are red and they also hurt. Your heart hurts. You look around, searching for me, for me to help you up, as I wish with all my soul I could. But I can't, our meeting point is still further ahead, there are still more miles to be walked before we meet. My