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| And so the abyss deepens.
Once again,
I find myself lost.
Everything is on the floor.
Drifting time away.
Sigh.
Someone pull me up.
Please.
I beg someone to.
A painless cry is all that is seen.
Unheard.
Wounded and bleeding.
Another two years have gone by.
I turn to you, with a pleading hand.
But nothing is given.
Nothing can be given.
And so we try to move on.
Short of what I wish I could have.
Who I could be with.
I sit; and wonder all day long.
Wishing in you were in my arms.
Late at night.
But you are not.
And so the night goes on until the sun rises.
A dream is a dream.
A dream that I hope one day to fulfill.
A dream...
Of a road that doesn't end.
Forever winding.
Never slowing.
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| Just a quiet whisper.
That's all I want.
But it's the same for you.
And so I won't ask for anything more or less.
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| It's usually always my fault.
The recklessness of night-time oversights.
Why am I such a doofus.
And yet again.
I indirectly make a friend upset.
When they wern't in the first place.
Such a dofus for thinking
everythings always against me.
When is it not.
Just have to take it in and live with it.
Really sorry.
But I don't think you care about much for what comes
out of my mouth anymore when I say that.
But with that said.
I really do mean it.
It was purely accidentally and my fault for over-assuming.
I may say sorry a lot.
But I'm really guilty-conscious driven.
And so I hope you can forgive me okay?
I'm such a stupid doofus.
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A smile,
Just a smile.
Keep smiling.
Keep moving,
Try not to let it pull you down.
It's just like before.
Keep that foot in front.
March onward like we once did.
Through the field of emotions.
A battle that was once fought.
Can be fought again.
We're stronger then before.
Eat that cake and push forward.
Smile,
And be happy.
Take what you have and go.
Towards the sun;
And bask in the happy memories
That once existed.
Ha!, Once again, I think I have to say good bye to my social life.
It is causing my internal meter to go bonko and result in massive procrastination.
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| Sometimes;
I just wish you could be that comfort.
Despite knowing how you are.
It never really makes me stop to think and hope for that little bit of compassion.
Humans are foolish that way.
We'll try to hold onto something that may already be non-existent.
We do it anyways.
Sometimes, at night.
When I talk to you;
I sometimes wish you can catch onto my lack of
words; my lack of speech.
But it never seems to work.
Yet everyone around you; you seem to provide a little bit more.
Maybe I do just go on about it too often.
I don't really know.
I have no one else to go to.
You're more or less the first ever I could put my hands down and
freely say things without it always being put against me.
In the summer breeze; their is just me.
No one else.
I look around in hopes to see someone, to find someone.
But I seem to keep walking by them.
Maybe I can looking for too much.
Instead I should look for something a little bit less.
Thank you for being their.
During the times that I needed you.
It is unfortunate that I have to tell myself to not rely on you
for the little support that I want; but no one is the same, and everyone is different.
And to that I do not say much but continue my way.
There is only so much one can hope for.
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