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souloss · 10 years
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The Special Things
Fearfully storing greedily hording stashing everything we think we need to see us through our rainy day I wonder I do have we forgotten we only get to keep the special things such as the love we give away
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souloss · 10 years
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When can I see you again?
How would you feel if the moment you touched life again, it would all end? Would you go back to the doors you've closed and re-opened them?
What if I gave you the key you chose to throw away? Would it make it better, or just ok?
How about I said there would be no consequences? Would you still tread back or think about it?
Can I convince you to go back even though you promised you wouldn't? Can I make you regret all the steps you've tooken?
Ill push you down until you give up. Its still not the end.
When can I see you again?
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souloss · 10 years
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Forget
Sometimes no matter how much they warn you, you go ahead and you step inside the deep black hole filled with rejoice and regret. No matter how much they hold you back you break free and climb down. You forget about the things that they have said and you experience what it is to be alive. But it only last for a few moments and before you try to reach for it again it slips through your fingers silently laughing at you as your left alone. Once you climb back up, there is no where to go because you’ve gone too far and now there are no forks in the road but caves. So you sink in again waiting to feel alive one way or another. Try to forget.
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