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Nov 2015
When do we stop with the ideas of what it could have been
When do we start loving again
I find it to be hard at times
Where you sobbed on the wall
You left a dark mark
It will not come off
Even bleach cannot take it out
I believe it's a part of your soul
You left it here with me
That hard rush of sadness and truth after I confronted your fault
Your sad and troubled beliefs of what life should be
They fell out of you so deep and stayed here
With your dark eyes now have grown darker I'm sure
For we all have a demon to burn
But you left yours here
Now yours may lie inside of you to stay
I do hope one day you will understand
We are all the same
Never believe things that cause you pain
Yolo
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