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We're taught to move on, To be strong! Shake it off, champ! You'll get 'em next time! Except this isn't a ******* baseball game is it? These losses aren't ephemeral, And loving the ghost of someone, Is like dragging a cinder block Tied around your neck Your delicate skin chafes, tears and bleeds, And as you gag, Perhaps you wish you'd find yourself In a lake with that cinder block Gurgling, staring eyes wide At the block to do something! Haven't you loved it so? Bubbles rise. Fade to black and remember Your thankless love, Remember how you held this torch, And became a martyr for no one
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
Martyr
We're taught to move on, To be strong! Shake it off, champ! You'll get 'em next time! Except this isn't a ******* baseball game is it? These losses aren't ephemeral, And loving the ghost of someone, Is like dragging a cinder block Tied around your neck Your delicate skin chafes, tears and bleeds, And as you gag, Perhaps you wish you'd find yourself In a lake with that cinder block Gurgling, staring eyes wide At the block to do something! Haven't you loved it so? Bubbles rise. Fade to black and remember Your thankless love, Remember how you held this torch, And became a martyr for no one
Lorbi
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
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