Pride
On having learnt the art
Of keeping
No expectations
But unexpected sweet things
Don't excite me anymore
Don't make me happy
Don't make me feel anything
I feel nothing
Anymore
I can sense it
There will be embers
If I don't save our flames
But I can't save them
Without burning
And I don't burn
Anymore
I'm here
Not running away
And I hope
There won't be ice
Tuesday, 3 March 2015
I'm here
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Hey, thank you. Well I deactivated my account. You can contact me via email: kosha.srivastava@gmail.com or twitter: k_herondale22
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