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The pressure of
this life
The woe
The loss
It made a ruined
Diamond
Out of me.
This might be goodbye.
Many words written without feeling mean nothing
BUT
A few words written with love
Mean everything
He was always my almost.
Always almost there,
always almost mine.
I loved him, always-
and he loved me, almost.

*I was almost her always.
Almost always there,
almost always hers.
I loved her, almost-
and she loved me, always.
Collections
Most of us follow some
Are members or editors of others
Some are used in the spirit of poetry
While others are abused in equal measure
I for one would never post one of my own poems
To A Notch Above The Daily Fluff
That is for my peers to decide, not me
Poets Corner Collected Poems
Is a brand new collection and as usual all are welcome
To follow
Please only post appropriately to this collection
Collections are here for you to use
Collections shouldn't be abused
" When people hurt you over and over, think
of them like sandpaper. They may scratch and hurt you a bit,
in the end, you end up polished, and they end up useless.


- Andy Biersack
Song: Ritual
By: Black Veil Brides
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