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My life is like a romantic comedy, although there is no romance...and it's just me who is laughing at my own jokes...
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I've got snowflakes in my palm
and cold in my mind...in a city full of people
I've never felt so lonely before...
Is it melancoly? Is it something worse?
Is it the fact that I'm damned for life?
And my mind is forever cursed?
I'm becoming soulless...
I 'm becoming heartless...
I'm standing in the light...
But I'm still in the darkness...
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2 A.M.
2a.m. is for those poets, who
Can't sleep because their
Minds are diving down the words
For someone who's not there...
For the the alcoholics drinking
Themselves into amnesia to
Forget someone who left...
2a.m is not for the lovers
Asleep in each other's arms
It's for the lonely ones
Who are in love
but arn't loved in return.
By Mariam Andriadze
