The hope is gone,
Nothing to hold on to anymore,
Though that sounds wrong.
Things can only get worse from here,
This downward slope,
Something to be feared,
Something that I dread,
It’s the poison inside your head,
That’s making you lose me,
Forget us,
Forget yourself,
But remember this,
I love you..
If nothing else.
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