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Loss

Countless days of trying and failing and trying again and again and again and again

How can someone just throw something away so carelessly

Does anyone understand?

I wonder if anyone has pity that is of actuality anymore.

 

I wish for the ending to end already

Maybe a new beginning to begin.

But hey, that'l end too.

 

That's what living is for, it's to experience death, in limitless forms...

This is only a killing

To a life that's died more than a thousand times

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george-c
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Nov 11, 2012
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