Do you know what it feels like loving someone who is in a rush to throw you away?
Greatly missed and truly hated
I have become what i most despise
I miss what i was love what i have become
And am the opposite of what is
Blending truth and lies
Suffocating soon in this silence
What have i become?
The tragedy of the century
Sweetest compulsion to echo my pain
Bringing out the hollows of my inner being
I am empty.
Full moon sways gently in the niight of one fine day
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