It's just the will and effort I lack,
the want, the need to build you back.
It's been too long to reform.
The past we survived that storm.
Alone the pieces fell to ground,
unstacked themselves without your sound.
Forgotten the positions the pieces sat.
I must now leave them where their at.
Sorry, but I'm leaving.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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It is the emotive force that gets the fave a past worked, lived now in pieces and too late to put back together the only option to leave. Well written and a fave
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