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Full of Hope and yet it found me, Hopelessness somehow seeped through my walls. It penetrated the mortar that held my house together. And I feel all alone while the people outside beckon to me. Incredibly brilliant and yet unbelievably stupid, The retardation of one seemingly trivial act disgraced my heart. It’s like an acid, liquefying the bricks and dripping onto my shoulders. It stings like a whip and exposes my flesh as I wait for time to heal. Popular and yet abandoned, People say that I have it easy with the life I have, but I hardly call it living. Loneliness is a disease I caught from the cut called "closure" she gave me. Finally my house is gone, And I see my amazing life with all of my potential and all of my friends And yet… The sting of love clings to me.
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May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
And Yet... By David Messmer
Full of Hope and yet it found me, Hopelessness somehow seeped through my walls. It penetrated the mortar that held my house together. And I feel all alone while the people outside beckon to me. Incredibly brilliant and yet unbelievably stupid, The retardation of one seemingly trivial act disgraced my heart. It’s like an acid, liquefying the bricks and dripping onto my shoulders. It stings like a whip and exposes my flesh as I wait for time to heal. Popular and yet abandoned, People say that I have it easy with the life I have, but I hardly call it living. Loneliness is a disease I caught from the cut called "closure" she gave me. Finally my house is gone, And I see my amazing life with all of my potential and all of my friends And yet… The sting of love clings to me.
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May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
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