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I’m tired of April already.
I need to be anywhere else;
Less cold and more steady.
Somewhere my heart melts.
Love can be found here.
That’s what they used to say.
But my affection blooms near;
Death cannot be found there anyway
A false lover draws her knife close
to a place it does not belong.
But I have accepted more than most
that I won’t hear that distinct song.
The kind that reminds you
you are where you’re meant to be.
No one has the right to undo
everything you’ve done to set yourself free.
I can feel it now, but it feels too late.
Why tell myself this truth?
In a world of borders and gates,
How dare I begin to face my youth?
Love I am surrounded with;
It’s all a deadly reminder.
The life you desire is as good as myth.
And you will never find much kinder.
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