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Death is inevitable, pain is everlasting. You will never overcome death pain you cannot escape. Some fall very slowly, from the very start to finish; others fall faster as though their ties have been cut. I've lost you let go of you I could not catch you as you swirl down farther out of my screaming reach. I didnt notice where you were going, oblivious to the fact that you would leave me behind I know you can't promise me that one day you'll come back to relieve the pain that holds me, binds me close. One day i know I'll be there in the darkness above or below I will stand up and I will not be alone. I'll leave the world the one I know behind, to travel to a new place and start all over again. I'll slowly fade away into everlasting bliss and slip away from time and space. The years will feel like centuries the months tick away like a decade every day of my life will feel like a year with the hours like the months. But for now im content with falling slowly with a parachute on my back towards the inevitable...
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Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
The Loss of You
Death is inevitable, pain is everlasting. You will never overcome death pain you cannot escape. Some fall very slowly, from the very start to finish; others fall faster as though their ties have been cut. I've lost you let go of you I could not catch you as you swirl down farther out of my screaming reach. I didnt notice where you were going, oblivious to the fact that you would leave me behind I know you can't promise me that one day you'll come back to relieve the pain that holds me, binds me close. One day i know I'll be there in the darkness above or below I will stand up and I will not be alone. I'll leave the world the one I know behind, to travel to a new place and start all over again. I'll slowly fade away into everlasting bliss and slip away from time and space. The years will feel like centuries the months tick away like a decade every day of my life will feel like a year with the hours like the months. But for now im content with falling slowly with a parachute on my back towards the inevitable...
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Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
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