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It's only that...
It's only that I lay dying bedridden in darkness
along your sorrowful company and indifference,
sheltered under silence,
a silence that announces oblivion,
oblivion that tortures and suppresses
those cherished moments engraved in my mind
Submerged under brimming thorns of tears,
seeking to find the path into your heart,
finding only a distant and abstract goodbye
th...
Friday 12th December 2014 1:05 am
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