There is sorrow within me,
and yet its too late to let go.
I'm losing everything to get better,
I've got to shed this piece of me,
I'm breaking apart, and I hate
the fact that you are within me as well.
It's too late...and I can't scream,
there is no use in crying when I see the demise
in the remnants of your eyes.
The remnants that visit me at night,
it is too late to cry, no use in crying
and I must break free of this memory.
No use in crying...
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IDK....
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Crying helps us to let go. At least I think it does. I know it doesn't seem that way, but some day this will all be a distant memory. I like this.
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