At this moment
at this moment time stays still,
at this time not a moment can give the will,
to go on seems like dragging a 1000 pound ball around,
its weighs more then the heart of mine on the ground,
at this second i pictured you,
and i cry because there is nothing else i can do,
I given my soul and heart to you, and you alone,
and the wounds of the empty spaces will never be sewed,
At this instance I smell your hair,
to find my head playing tricks.... you really aren't there,
at this point I realize that the motive to go on has been taken to be never returned,
and now I'm in hell watching my heart and soul burn.
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