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Rated: E · Other · Romance/Love · #1001486
A Poem of Existant Proportions
Pain surfacing, boiling my flesh,
Forget the pain to build confedence,
We remember good when the bad is here,
We make the good when bad is near.

The centre collapse,
Implode upon thyself,
Forge the path,
Lay golden bricks upon my way.

The way is always to bury the pain,
Holding it dear only swells and gains,
The past is long gone and dead,
The future we ride, pull the chain.

To forget this hell,
Give up what's dear,
To stop the pain,
Stop the love.

One in the same...
They complicate you...
I cannot live with only one...
They are twins.

They are inseprable

In order to leave behind this pain,
I must give away - throw away,
Freindship so dear, a love so pure,
To release this agony, this pain I endure.

I cannot go on without you,
If you are near,
Remember I love you,
As I walk away.

Remember I love you,
As I fade into the distance.

Goodbye.
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