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josh-13
26/M/Undisclosed
I won't write I won't call Not because I can't but because I still love you I won't allow myself to be selfish at least not with you.
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:42 AM UTC
I won't write
She was the sun that shone so bright He was the moon on it's darkest night She was the light that sustained the day He lived in the darkness for which no one would pray When the sun disappeared he had everything for which he yearned When the sun disappeared he had everything he thought he deserved When the sun disappeared there was only the moon When the sun disappeared he was the fool For in the end there was only darkness because what is a moon without it's sun.
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 4:58 AM UTC
The Moon without the Sun
She was afraid to put pen to paper but not for the reason you may presume She was afraid to put pen to paper for a reason only she knew For when words are written they hold only truth For when words are spoken there can be no proof.
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 3:57 AM UTC
Pen to Paper
A word I hear everyday A word I barely understand A word said by many but only to grandstand I am none the better I am certainly not a victim A word I say without trepidation without haste Abrogation should be the answer but not for disuse Abrogation should be the answer because love is not for the obtuse.
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May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
LOVE
She was tall, her arms far reaching her beauty intangible her presence impossible to ignore   To the unknowing eye she may seem dispassionate but her roots ran deep only the learned knowing their extent She was always forgiving her shade unconditional protecting all in her presence.
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May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC
Her shade
It’s in the still of night,   the quiet moments of solitude that my mind is unable to find sanctuary in forgiving thought my mind unable to reside in a familiar haven It is in these moments of dwindled thought that my mind becomes a prisoner delving into what is what was and what could have been My truth surfaces in the chill of dawn the yoke of my mind broken my existence confirmed  as my feet tread the cold black surface my indifferent eyes open my weary soul exposed   Once I was a slave of my mind now I am confronted with something unmercifully something undeniable the truth of my existence.
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May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
Thoughts
She mourned in the end not for the man he became but for the boy that was lost he chose the path he walked the man he became the boy he forgot.
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May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC
His Funeral