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The love we had.


The love we had  good or bad should of been left where it was at deep in the past right next to love from my dad  but this love should be put last  even though it was made to last  at last  it ended fast  and lets face facts  thats that dead to my life but born into my imagination  and thoughts of you become a presentation but lets see how long  these strings attached hold on  till something  goes wrong  because everywhere i look, i see you, hillucinations talking to you was a sensation  but now is nail biting temptation use to count the days i didnt see you  now i count on my patience, im set wondering if i should forget  or regret  the day we met and accept  theres no more me and you and a yet wont be let because i became your loves pet a butterfly traps in its net  i guess thats what i get even though i didnt expect  the effect  of neglect and reject where going to have on this stress  it made a mess in the left inner side of my chest i think it left me deaf  because i dont hear a thing  is like the sound left and i bet  this love i inject  infects and does more damage than meth and no need for a test because i can easily detect  the smell of love out of my breath  and i think about you so much my truth strength is on my neck is like my thoughts weight too much someone come check  is like im fallin in to a deep sleep but no one knows the depth no one to talk to  no one to reflect hopefully i find the button that says reset  or let the love we had suspect death  but the love we had  wasnt half bad it didnt have all bad that was just the aftermath  because the love we had grew like a flower  and smiles rained like shower one flower in our world wide plantation not god, but are creation dont you like the sound? i think about you  when i look around   if my every thought about you was a water drop the whole world would drown  but sadly i first let you fall to the ground  like the pedals on our flower and now i count the hours  of when i use to have all that  see u fade in black  darker than space forgeting your face  and placed  now to the past  and this is why I title all of this  The love we had
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