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I’ll look over And see you No longer there waking But still feel your presence Without its Embracing Just taking Its unmaking toll On my soul With at least in part Playing An integral role In its unfulfilled whole Undeserving Unworthiness Constantly vying To prove its Subservience First and primarily Foremost Sincerely Yours still Unconditionally I most dearly Have held in my Frantically typing you Digits And digital fidgets Between weekly visits To somehow becoming Four years Of you here In the flesh In the form Every morning Appear At my side As my bride As my wife As my life As my balm As my psalm As my calm Through the strife Through the whirlwind Goodbyes Through uneasy Goodnights But I likened your worth To some object of mirth And it made you feel Less than A pile of dirt And immersed me In all of your hurt And your scorn And lamenting mistakes Wished I’d never been born To be sitting here Watching it all Fade away Dreading unto the last Pointless word I could say
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC
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I’ll look over And see you No longer there waking But still feel your presence Without its Embracing Just taking Its unmaking toll On my soul With at least in part Playing An integral role In its unfulfilled whole Undeserving Unworthiness Constantly vying To prove its Subservience First and primarily Foremost Sincerely Yours still Unconditionally I most dearly Have held in my Frantically typing you Digits And digital fidgets Between weekly visits To somehow becoming Four years Of you here In the flesh In the form Every morning Appear At my side As my bride As my wife As my life As my balm As my psalm As my calm Through the strife Through the whirlwind Goodbyes Through uneasy Goodnights But I likened your worth To some object of mirth And it made you feel Less than A pile of dirt And immersed me In all of your hurt And your scorn And lamenting mistakes Wished I’d never been born To be sitting here Watching it all Fade away Dreading unto the last Pointless word I could say
michael-marchese
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC
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