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  • Lost Love

    Blur

    Days pass into weeks,

    Weeks begin to blur,

    Nothing ever changes

    My thoughts begin to stir,

    You go behind my back,

    Take this life away,

    Is there something better?

    I can't take another day

     

    Sometimes it's hard to see,

    If there's good inside of you,

    I could change everything about me,

    And it still wouldn't be good enough

     

    All this time spent,

    These blood, swear, and tears,

    Far more tears than the rest,

    To confirm my fears,

    That you never cared at all,

    No matter how hard i tried,

    I would die if you said it,

    I love you, although you lied

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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