thought I had found the one yet patterns always repeat themselves.we had a good thing going until we didn't. gone without a trace, now I slowly forget her face. obsessions drowns me in depression , is this some twisted mind game I've found myself playing alone. fear of the unknown plagues this schizophrenic maze within my head. better to accept that everything is dead than to slowly lose my head.
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~Andre (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Love is complicated
- Category: Sad
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A struggle of acceptance that what they desire has gone, well written
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