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What Comes From This

Hours go by
What am I supposed to do?
Waiting for you to move
Anger rises from the past
And time starts to crawl

Broken keepsakes, bleeding skin
Crying eyes, and a running nose
The hands slow a bit more
And things fall to pieces
"Why?", is asked continually.

Sitting by the couch
Waves die down
Truths are said
"Help" is needed
"I love you's" Said

Morning comes
And time moves on
They will show you the way
Faith is strong
Trust is the foundation.

Fuck those around ....

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