Blind
Without her, I am blind
there is no way I can find
the thing that can unbind
me to her...through the same daily grind,
I "live" day by day, slowly losing my mind,
as I wind
myself up just to keep going...it's hard to keep trying,
the woman I once dined
with is now gone, she's one of a kind...
this isn't living anymore, it's just being alone and dying...
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