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Sep 2011
There is a sadness that fills all time,
A sadness that's not yours nor mine.
It's there behind each look and touch
And when we kiss it hurts so much.
It's nothing, just a weight to bear
On shoulders old from wear and tear.

When I eat the food is bland,
When I fall I need your hand
To catch me but you let me go,
To fall fast into darkness that lurks below.
I can't crawl out or feel a thing
Except for loss and sorrow's sting.

It's tiring, all this thoughtlessness.
You leave, I stay, you say it's best
But where's my say? It's both our fate.
Our futures, hopes, don't correlate.
And so I'll stay in sorrow's beauty,
You'll feel that you've fulfilled a duty.

Life goes on in art and film,
Sadness lingers,
Regrets grow stronger,
I need you with me.

You're decided.
I'm being replaced
With voices stronger,
Notes much clearer,
Posture certain,
Pitch perfect.

I am none, nothing, gone.
Haunted, haunting, wrong.
Marguerite Christine
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