i went out without my cricket
i left him at home
the little voice in my head
couldn't get through my thick skull
you left my life for weeks
your tongue was nowhere to be found
at least nowhere i searched
i thought i wouldn't feel pain
i thought it could be for the best
needing to feel love
that was all i cared about
seeking something only you
could ever give me
not trying to be spiteful
only trying to feel something
trying to keep the hole inside
from killing me
in the same second
killing the only thing i long for
my chance to spend a
life with you
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i messed up.
can i be forgiven?
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There is no way a person can mess up that cannot be hashed out. The only battle lost is one you declare a loss. In otherword persevereance is key. I like the longing in here that you capture so well.
Now, there were some typos. Did you feel your cricket? or leave him at home? And in the second to last line I think "me" should be "my".
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