the madness cannot be deciphered by just a
single tear
its depth is unfathomable
stirring within this rigid soul
is the surging rage of lies untold
the damned is done with weeping for me
even i ceased to breathe
the air that comes from the one
who made me cry to my heart's content
would that be so insanely ironic
that weeping became such a habit
and self pity is like a song
that i sing over and over to myself
yet no matter how hard i toil
i end up being where i am
loving, crying, hurting
and then loving again
it would seem that there's no point
in running away from my pain
it chases me even to the ends of the earth
it shadows my every path
a path that leads me to only one being
and that is you...
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~plum
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