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Hope the wound heals but it never does That's cause you're at war with love You're at war with love, yeah These battle scars don't look like they're fading Don't look like they're ever going away They ain't never gonna change These battle... Never let a wound ruin me But I feel like ruin's wooing me Arrow holes, they never close from Cupid on a shooting spree Feeling stupid cause I know it ain't no you and me But when you're trying to beat the odds up Been trying to keep your nods up And you know that you should know And let her go But the fear of the unknown Hold another lover strong Sends you back into the zone With no Tom Hanks to bring you home A lover not a fighter On the front line with a poem Trying to write yourself a rifle Maybe sharpen up a stone To fight the tanks and drones of you being alone I wish I never looked, I wish I never touched I wish that I could sto

Preparation of letting go the past. Sweet Sour Bitter Salty Hot Peri-Peri All. New concern Now and future.

*half-lying down, cross-legged, upper body till head is against the wall, titled. 10 more days before I can wave goodbyes to 2017. What will happen to next year? To be honest, I freaking have no idea. Just what's cool for now is, I am so...need a break. From everything, everyone. There are quite plenty of reasons. This year, after the 1st quarter finish its part, I can say, life was, a little f***ed up. And the result from that is, I am now, learn how to hate again. Whereas, I thought, I would not hate anymore, which I wished, I would. I really had forgotten how to hate. Really.. Until, the f***ing s***id stinky breath creature can no longer hide its(more like an animal, than human, let's just use 'it' as reference) true-self. Still stinks. Eyeeeeckkkkk.. The damage it has caused is too deep. I can't even have its image or sound near my vision or hearing, because if it's still happening, the desire to punch it will suddenly arise,