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A heavy pastI want to know the story of my lifeA heavy past by katsumoto82
I want the ghosts disappear from my head
I want to hear the truth from the mouths of my family
I need to find the key to close the door of nightmare
the weight is too heavy for me
I want to turn the page and forget the past
I want to be a girl like others
it is the image of my dream
The lost innocenceMy innocence is lostThe lost innocence by katsumoto82
one night, I lost this treasure
I thought to be ready
I thought being loved
but for him, I was a bitch
for him, I was a toy
the love had disappeared
I regret this night
I regret my impatience
Today I am a princess without crown
a teenager at heart injured
which seeks forgot this day
The Secret KeeperThe secret keeper has a pondThe Secret Keeper by paper-doesnt-judge
No one knows or even cares
He gave goldfish up for bottles
And everyday he sits and stares
At all the floating secrets
That litter his blue pond
He often asks them questions
But rarely do they respond
You see he needs their company
A crowd of silent friends
Those who don't make you the god
To which they need to make amends
Every morning bright and early
He grabs a bag too heavy for his back
And tugs it to his spot
Where everything fades to black
He can't remember hearing
Everything that's said
Nobody that whispers in his ear
Knows he's seeing red
Who would ask their safe place
What's lurking in the dark?
Check its closet for skeletons
And ask who left a mark
Every so often he forges signatures
And writes a secret of his own
Then when no one's looking
He drowns it like a stone
To all the friends that have one
A secret keeper you hold dear
It takes some thought to realize
He doesn't care for every tear
While you were sending him a note
He punched an old brick
My demiseTell me dear.My demise by Zaiav
That you want to do it.
Or that if I offered you'd like too
My heart, is twisted.
And knows this simple logic of saying no.
But within these walls, let's experiment.
Nobody can see me each day round.
To carry or care.
Hours spent, on mindless things.
Eyes dead, in this soulless life.
Single again, another rounding heartbreak.
This heart, hasn't been known for much.
These words haven't been shown to the world.
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