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A method to my madness

Nights go by
And efforts die out
I cannot help it
I'm going crazy

Everything shatters
I'm terribly confused
I'm working with nothing
And yet, making something

Truly, I work miracles,
Here, and there,
I'm everywhere
Be it night or day,
At school, or at home,
Im always there.

Although it may not last,
And sleep I may not get,
There are motives
There are reasons,
Everything is there.

It's late at night,
I work hard, no stops,
Merely to get it all done,

In all my years,
Never has a paper gone,
undone,
And it never shall,
Because I know, I can.

Perhaps my body
isn't half as strong
as my motivation,
But I know deep within,
It works some extra hours,
for that satisfaction.

Yes, I'm going crazy,
Yes, I do not sleep,
But I know my limits,
There's a method to my madness.

qk

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dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
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We stop pinching ourselves and assume
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Click

"Click".

It switched.
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Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
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To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
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For every detail and every insight
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Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,
Obtruded.

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

Let me get hurt.

Let me sit here,
Let me feel the drops,
As my heart shatters,
and your shadow drifts away.

Let us get confounded,
Let us mix emotions,
Pour them all into a melting pot,
Pour them all into a blurry past.

I want to look back,
and know that I have felt,
I want to look back and know,
That I have loved.

Because from the pain,
and from the tears,
and from the painful nights,
that I shivered through,

There were the nights,
that you held my hand,
and gave me warmth,

There were the nights,
where it was only us awake,
in the whole wide world,
It was only us who felt love.
Let me believe that it was all true,

Let my tears be for the moments that I miss,
and not for the moments that I did not live.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have lived.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have loved.