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I cannot feel,I can barely
speak.
Comfortably numb,incredibly
weak.
Her,the same.
Am I to blame?
A simple match catches flame
and suddenly i hear my name.
That soft spoken tone.."don't
let me be alone"..
That's what she said,eyes
rolled back looking halfway
dead.
We touch for a moment and
"Never"..i say.
Forever I'll stay.
My speech is impaired.
But,HEART.thats always there.
..its time for more.
She takes a few,I take few.
Days fly by,so fast its true.
And everything I do,its all for you..
I'm under your influence...
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will I...see you again?
Now in a grave,and then a
friend.
Broken dreams,a heart to
tend.
Will I...know when the time
comes.
Is it right or wrong?the
feeling I get when I hear your
song..
I'll never know..how fast or
slow.
The time it takes,to finally go..
Suicide,that's a no.
Contemplated many
times,and when I do that's
when it shines.
Eyes open,but lights blind.
Will i....i will not.
For Ariel,and anyone feeling
suicide is the only way out..its
not.
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I just want you to know,that
not a single day goes.Wishing
you were close while I got my
eyes closed.And its feeling
like a dream to me,thinking
someday you can be with me
but under the circumstances I
understand that we can never
be..promised id be there for
you and you promised you'd
be there for me.Told you that
I cared for you and you told
me that you cared for
me.Alcohol and
methadone,no livin life
carefully.thanks for all the
memories and good times
that you shared with
me..Thats all I needed,yeah
just to keep me going.told me
you loved me but that that
was the drugs showing,and
now I gotta deal with the
thought of us never
knowing.weather we should
be together or just keep the
games going...
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I'm 21 years of age..i no longer have a father..a father that for the longest time i felt like i hated,just to realize that i really loved him all along..a father i smoked weed with and had back and forth issues with for the last eight years.and one that i sometimes took for granted,matter of fact alot of the times..which i now regret because, i cry out loud for him. whenever i CAN cry at least...At the viewing of my dad at his funeral,i waited for most people to leave the room before i went up and said my peace.not out of shame,but because it felt right..feeling and holding his cold dead fingers,knowing there is no more life inside of what used to be my fathers body..kissing his head in awe,it hit me like a ton of bricks.in an instant i fall to my knees,still holding on.shouting out loud how sorry i was.remembering what i could remember very vividly in my head.regretting moments i could have just hugged and said the words i love you..it was too late for that..i was talking to a lifeless version of a man who was once my father..wishing i had one more day just to say and do things i never did...they say move on,..i say show me how..i sure hope there is a god and a heaven because when i die i definitely want to be reunited with my father..to everybody and anybody reading,don't forget to say i love you to the ones who raised you and made you part of who you are..you will regret it when that person is no longer around..and it hurts,it really hurts...
Love you dad.
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