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Pitch Black

November 23, 2009

My last laments for this feeling that i have..
tried to ignore it but its just unbearable.
You’re fading, my dear.. the love
slowly washed away by the space between us

It’s August but it feels like December
I’m trapped beneath frozen emotions
coldness felt like spears through my heart
im drowning in my own tears

There is no hope.

Wasted.
Exhausted.
Cold.
Numb.

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So Long.. At last

You can’t convince me to be
someone i am not
i am who i am the first time that we’ve met
and what you see is what you get

this is the day that i am leaving
don’t even waste your time convincing me to stay
with reasons as shallow as your mind
sarcastically speaking, you’re one of a kind

Do you know the reason why you’ve caused me such pain?
it’s because you just want a man that you can control and restrain

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