The quantum continuum of pain
The game continues, playing with hearts.
What will we gain, more than we lose?
Pride is what keeps us apart,
yet, I can no longer let myself drift
into arms which don´t care
about my despain and desire to belong
to what everyone should belong to,
a family.
How long hae I been disappointed,
how stiff with fear I oppose my opponent,
only in my mind for he no longer exists in reality.
Pain no longer communicated
but stored deep in the depth of my heart.
There it rotts
and eats away my insides.
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