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A cynic.

You remind me of heartbreak
You remind of sadness and sad things
You remind me of hot humid nights that make you suffocate in your sleep
You remind me of bugs that crawl all over something that just died
You didnt inspire me
You had everything,
my dark days and my silver linings,
but not my soul.
You never inspired me to write,
Instead you condescendingly brushed it away like it was meaningless
like so many other things of mine.
and I let you. I let you take everything I had left
And I loved you for it.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

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Author:

I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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