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Today it hurts to see
that you didn’t value my gifts—
spiritual, profound—
packages of love,
bags of joy,
buckets of hope,
and crates overflowing with faith.
And you gave me back,
all the time,
—from your wild little corner—
packs of insults,
herds of wounds,
flocks of tears
in the middle of a stampede
of anguish.
And you still want me to love you?
Do you think you deserve my love?
There’s no way,
no place,
no time,
no space,
no universe
where your cruelty fits—
nor your poison.
Why did you do it?
If all I ever gave you was love:
cheesy,
delicate,
sublime,
indescribable,
absolute.
Don’t answer—
that was rhetorical.
Just to stir things up.
But now, I set myself free:
from your prison-hug,
your looming shadow,
your relentless weight,
your ruthless pull.
And how?
—you ask—
With kilos of strength,
dozens of attempts,
bundles and bundles of self-esteem,
and thousands of sacks of support.
You’ll never hold me back again—
not ever—
in this abyss.
This is the end:
of us,
of this love,
of you and me,
of saving you,
of enlightening each other,
of evolving together,
and of this song.
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Title Stampede
Today it hurts to see
that you didn’t value my gifts—
spiritual, profound—
packages of love,
bags of joy,
buckets of hope,
and crates overflowing with faith.
And you gave me back,
all the time,
—from your wild little corner—
packs of insults,
herds of wounds,
flocks of tears
in the middle of a stampede
of anguish.
And you still want me to love you?
Do you think you deserve my love?
There’s no way,
no place,
no time,
no space,
no universe
where your cruelty fits—
nor your poison.
Why did you do it?
If all I ever gave you was love:
cheesy,
delicate,
sublime,
indescribable,
absolute.
Don’t answer—
that was rhetorical.
Just to stir things up.
But now, I set myself free:
from your prison-hug,
your looming shadow,
your relentless weight,
your ruthless pull.
And how?
—you ask—
With kilos of strength,
dozens of attempts,
bundles and bundles of self-esteem,
and thousands of sacks of support.
You’ll never hold me back again—
not ever—
in this abyss.
This is the end:
of us,
of this love,
of you and me,
of saving you,
of enlightening each other,
of evolving together,
and of this song.
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Entry date Aug 5, 2025, 9:04 PM UTC
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Author - Composer 100.00 %. Holder Kiara Farei. Date Aug 5, 2025.
Author - Lyricist 100.00 %. Holder Kiara Farei. Date Aug 5, 2025.
Author - Song producer 100.00 %. Holder Kiara Farei. Date Aug 5, 2025.
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