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Aug 2015
I'm tired of this monotonous ritual I've been performing.
I'm tired of this cold feeling I've been holding.
I'm tired of missing you.
People say time heals , its been so long and this pain , this lonely pain of you being gone for so long has eaten every part of my hope , its become my cancer , you've become my cancer.
Just as the lyrics from music runs through our minds so does all your truthful lies.
And like a beacon one part of our love stands out the part with all your promises full of lies.
I can't pretend I'm okay any longer
I can't pretend I'm not sick
Because I'm sick , I'm sick of you , I'm sick of missing you , I'm sick of silently screaming for you to come back , I'm sick of not wanting to love anyone else.
The day you left was the day I died , the day you left was the day the world lost me. The day I become sick the day love , hope , faith and trust all broke like the ties and bridges we made together.
Written by
Muhammed Amir Shaik  20/M/south africa
(20/M/south africa)   
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