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For why?


I try to believe everything is okay, when in reality it is not.

It may seem like my thoughts are at bay, that is what I have been taught.

But I eventually give in to darkness, it is hard for me to say goodbye.

Insane and crazy, I feel heartless, inevitably I cry under the dark blue sky

The pain is unbearable, every day is terrible

I don’t want to deal with this anymore, I don’t want to feel like this anymore

 

I sit in my room every day, trying not to think about you.

For the times I ran away, I leave believing I can be someone new.

But I cannot escape my prison; it holds me as if I were daunted

I surrender to yet have risen, for this is not wanted.

They command me to let go, it was ages ago.

It seemed just like yesterday. It felt just like yesterday.

 

The way she laughed captured everyone’s attention; it was admirable and loud.

Being strange was always her intention; she stood out tremendously from the crowd.

How she smiled was beyond perfection, her appearance was absolutely stunning

She never needed any protection, character kept her running

You can always trust her, you will never get tired of her

She couldn’t have looked any better. She couldn’t have been any better.

 

I wish to hold you tightly in my arms, to never release you ever.

To experience more memories with your charms, and cherish you whatsoever.

Go to the beach during a December winter, or run a marathon with limited training.

We can relive moments like a copy printer, my willingness to do anything is unchanging

Being with you fills me with joy. It’s like being with Helen of Troy.

Our friendship means everything. Our love is everything.

 

Sadly, you’re gone. Thankfully, you’re okay.

I may be not, but you’re all that matters.

Please don’t forget me.

I know I won’t.

 
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