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The love you want

The days seem longer

Dragging my burlap sack of grief through the mud

Screaming into an emotional abyss

I blindly continue this unforgiving journey

Not knowing where my next step will lead me

Relinquish me of this affliction

Why should the weight of another persons inhibitions sink me to the depths of the Mariana’s Trench?

For when I gaze towards the light, only darkness seems to reside.

 

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