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Don’t be sorry, that makes me more pitiful. With your pretty red lips please hurry, kill me and go. I’m all right. Look at me one last time Smile like nothing’s wrong, so when I miss you I can remember. So I can draw your face in my mind. My selfishness that couldn’t let you go turned into an obsession that imprisoned you. Were you hurt because of me? You sit silently. Why am I a fool, why can’t I forget you. You’re already gone. Your eyes, nose, lips Your touch that used to touch me, to the ends of your fingertips. I can still feel you but like a burnt out flame, burnt and destroyed all of our love it hurts so much, but now I’ll call you a memory. Love you, loved you I must have not been enough Maybe I could see you just once by coincidence. Everyday I grow restless, Everything about you is becoming faint. You smile back in our pictures, unknowing of our approaching farewell.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 00:32:48 +0000

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