Still Waiting
I thought I found her.
I thought I'd die for her.
I thought she'd stay.
Life was better when when she was around,
but now
SHE
left
and all I think about,
is what awaits me in the dark
Cold sheets.
Madness in my mind.
I'm still waiting,
for life to be interesting.
I'm still waiting,
for life to be more.
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