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Crushed


It begins, as always, slowly at first

And it seeps into your pores

You know,

And yet you do not know

You love,

And yet you reject

 

Soon, however, time catches up

Trying to make up for all you missed

While missing

Trying to regain every feeling you dropped

While feeling

 

It ends, as always, much too quickly

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