Ebbed
sometimes it's better to be alone
nobody can hurt you.
Tormented by your own demons
no new ones surfacing.
I'll just watch you go.
It's the calmness of loss
that holds me in the cold.
It's the pain from neglect
that stitches my soul.
Pardon my words that seem jaded.
My hearts gone with you I need a replacement.
Like the tide I watched you come.
Now I must watch you leave.
I'm a puzzle.
And you'll forever be my missing piece.
Lost at sea.
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Nate the Great
this is my life I have a few accounts on here due to my short memory and crowded mind.
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