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Never

Never have I known pain like this
I know what I want but still; the doubt
Crushing weight upon my heart
Unilateral withdrawl creates her void
Her pain for which my guilt consumes me
Hope is gone, the glimmer flattened by relentless sadness
I know, I know but can't admit
The future is the past unless direction changes
Fifteen years of squandered time
Always knowing in back of mind
It's wrong, it's hollow, it's better than nought
So now I face it once again
It's time I choose to live
Alone and desperate, dire and doubting
Or free and prosperous
I can not see,
I wish I could not feel

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Skylar Smythe said…
To not feel is to be dead. Choose life. Be brave. ~ xo ~
February 2, 2009 at 6:56 AM
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