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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Lets go, it is time to leave. It goes to show, you cannot believe. There's always something, something going on. The sorrow you bring, you wonder why I'm gone. Our moment dies, I no longer hear your voice. Your the one who cries, yet you made the choice. These broken bones heal no more, I've felt this shattered hope before. I'm always left so sore, close the door. My tears forever fall, masking the blood. Yet you saw, this drowning flood. What can I do, to make you see? Because of you, I die painfully. I see your smile behind the blur, I'm intoxicated. Your dead to me I'm sure, for my heart asphyxiated. Once more I'll say goodbye, to you. This love will forever die, what to do? Some thing's happen, and we don't know why. Misery will win, so I give up and cry. I should've shown, how much you hurt me. You should've known, but you watched carelessly. I breakdown, and cease all feeling. I drown, for my heart stopped healing. Incinerate, asphyxiate. If love is so great, then why is it that it's you I hate. Imperfect touch, I won't feel anything. I've thought too much, about how the sorrow sing. Look what I've felt, because of love. The pain you dealt, is not what I dreamt of. I took the lies, I just want you to go. There will not be, any angels gracing the lines. Your killing me, with these confines. As you exhale, won't you tell of our sorrowful tale?
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