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However


How could one, Mean so much, Hurt so much, Always be there, Unlike me, I adore her, Forever. Forever seems so- Far. Thoughts provoke me, As sight is blurred. I find myself in My bed. A radiant day, Known to all, But I. A single Chain- It holds me, Confines me, Binds me. Love. I want it to be Over. But I- Am Benevolent. Her ambiance, Our passion. Like a fire- Lit by the Smallest of sparks. Put out only- Out of love Leaving tender burns. Burns heal, But faster than The mind. Too fast. But even the mind Procures lucidity. Time is gone. For what reason- Love. Her. She calms me. She has been True to me, So why do I feel This way. Maybe I gain Sanity as my mother, Or love as my father. No. I am me. I Love her- For now, It's forever.
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Cole Oksa
It is how I feel lately. So i wrote it.

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