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I sit here in the dark,      the emptiness that      envelopes me.                          There is but one question,                                   one meaning and purpose,                                   one that I can't fathom.           Through my life, this simple,                    inadequate life                    there are things I've done.                                                  I've hurt people, torment,                                                            through my explosion of                                                             expression, Anger... Silence                I know I've hurt you,                          as painful as that is                          to reflect.   Yet, through it all,           you're still here,           withstand, ever present.       No matter what explosion,                what outburst I apply,                 here you are... Why.                                                                     You say it's out of love,                                                                                you say that no matter,                                                                                no matter what... Love                                           I've pushed, I've prodded,                                                      pushing buttons, breaking barriers,                                                      when I shouldn't...                                                I don't mean to hurt you,                                                       I never do, I never did,                                                       But still you comfort... calm.                         No matter the pain,                                  the pain that I've caused,                                  here you are, caring, loving.                                                               I know that you could do better,                                                                   better than what I offer                                                                   a seemingly endless barrage..    Why? Why do you stay,                stay in the place of endless,                endless pain... Why?                                                Is this the love everyone speaks of,                                                        if so, why am I,                                                        why am I so ashamed, undeserving.                           I try to push you away,                                   because I know I...                                   I hurt you, yet you stay.                                       I love you, but I don't,                                              I don't want you to hurt,                                              not anymore, let me leave... Please But no, you won't let me,          you continue to love,          a love that is so... undeserving.    You've done so much,                so much love, but why...                why do you put yourself... in pain?                                                  I don't think that I can,                                                             I don't think that I can                                                             ever make you happy, ever again                                       Yet you smile, a smile so                                                     full of love, patience                                                     an understanding that I can't accept.          I ponder and I question,                    no matter how I drag it out...                    Why are you still here?... here with me... -Navahopi119
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
Why Are You Still Here?
I sit here in the dark,      the emptiness that      envelopes me.                          There is but one question,                                   one meaning and purpose,                                   one that I can't fathom.           Through my life, this simple,                    inadequate life                    there are things I've done.                                                  I've hurt people, torment,                                                            through my explosion of                                                             expression, Anger... Silence                I know I've hurt you,                          as painful as that is                          to reflect.   Yet, through it all,           you're still here,           withstand, ever present.       No matter what explosion,                what outburst I apply,                 here you are... Why.                                                                     You say it's out of love,                                                                                you say that no matter,                                                                                no matter what... Love                                           I've pushed, I've prodded,                                                      pushing buttons, breaking barriers,                                                      when I shouldn't...                                                I don't mean to hurt you,                                                       I never do, I never did,                                                       But still you comfort... calm.                         No matter the pain,                                  the pain that I've caused,                                  here you are, caring, loving.                                                               I know that you could do better,                                                                   better than what I offer                                                                   a seemingly endless barrage..    Why? Why do you stay,                stay in the place of endless,                endless pain... Why?                                                Is this the love everyone speaks of,                                                        if so, why am I,                                                        why am I so ashamed, undeserving.                           I try to push you away,                                   because I know I...                                   I hurt you, yet you stay.                                       I love you, but I don't,                                              I don't want you to hurt,                                              not anymore, let me leave... Please But no, you won't let me,          you continue to love,          a love that is so... undeserving.    You've done so much,                so much love, but why...                why do you put yourself... in pain?                                                  I don't think that I can,                                                             I don't think that I can                                                             ever make you happy, ever again                                       Yet you smile, a smile so                                                     full of love, patience                                                     an understanding that I can't accept.          I ponder and I question,                    no matter how I drag it out...                    Why are you still here?... here with me... -Navahopi119
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
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