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4:26 AM, Oh citylight, tell him he's pretty.

4:26 AM, Oh citylight, tell him he's pretty.
I do not see sparks in your eyes, instead I see fire. The flame infatuated my skin, each inches imprinted in my soul, as you see through me, thorough what's been spoken in my body.
In, in, in.
Deeper, deeper, deeper.

I do not hear strength in your voice, instead I heard stuttering. One words, to another words. One sentences, to another sentences. Shaking. But when you say my name, oh darling, I found my self pleading, to hear it one more, one more and one more.

I do not feel love in your soul, instead I feel anger and hatred, of the world you couldn't compounded and the doubts and fears left you wounded.
But darling, I'll give you a lifetime,
to find your pieces,
to heal your scars,
to find your solitude,
to bear the pain,
and for you to find strength to stand again.

And for that, I am here for the long amount of forever,
to love you,
when you're less lovely.
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Hi everyone, this is Nabila! I am a 20 years old (young) girl from ID. I will write random stuffs, about things and feelings I couldn't express out loud in person. I do hope it's good enough?!

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