I think about you all the time
In the moments both sweet and sublime
You broke me but the irony is
It's only you who can heal me in all the ways I can't
When you leave you take my happiness all my glory
Leaving behind a void , a story incomplete and melancholy
I have had enough of my pain
But I keep holding On to you and I Never let you go
Maybe i don't want to stop feeling this pain
If i do i will have to face the brutal truth
That it wasn't love it was just illusions gleam , a fleeting mirage that faded leaving me in an empty dream
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Author:
Li (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 4th, 2023 22:06
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Getting addicted to the pain has avenues of risk. Perhaps the catharsis of seeing it in black and white increases focus and prompts strength to form a plan that opens s path for hope
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