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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s quiet in this house again tonight. Alone and I have the television on blocking my sad thoughts. Sleeping tablets and bottles of wine and I know it’s not right. Still, I keep those visions of you on my mind, and the memories of the cherished moments. When life seemed to treat us kind. What little remains. I still hold onto a picture of you and I. The way that it was and it still haunts me. To easily I let you go and now the phantom mind will lie. I’ll never get over you finally walking out. Plenty of warnings, but I let my anger put me in doubt. I’ve never been the kind of man to let my true feelings show. And I believed that being strong was never letting myself cry. I’m getting drunk enough to lose the pain and let it all go. To hell with it all, let go of my pride and let it pour like rain. Crashing onto the floor and let the tears run all down, like a gentile stream flowing onto rocks and splashing droplets all over. Does it help if I turned a sad song on? To let it all go and move forward. Or does it only make me more realize of, the loss and to ponder on the choices I made. Being by myself sure hits me now that your gone. Living my life on the edge and now your finally done. Beat down by the burdens of life. I put myself in doubt and fed off of the strife. The rare meeting moments of chance we never took. The places we might of met and never spoke. Desperate and insecure, We sometimes take a chance, Bearing over our hidden pain and under swallowed pride. Now the truth stands before me. I should have pulled myself together Allowing hope and guidance to show that way it should be. You tried helping me in your own way. But I couldn’t help myself and fell in a drunken sway. For what little will remain. Not seeing the pattern ending just the same. Making the same mistakes and throwing it all away, Now we are just a little older and more aware. And for those who let it all go. We should had found the inner beauty and let that grow. For what little remains can still hold us together.
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