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Mar 2018
There are days full of wondering.
There are days where I’m pretending.
There are days where I don’t know where to go.
There are days where I feel I’m dying slow.
There are days,
Where the pain doesn’t even exist.
There are days that I forget you live.
Then, there are days your memory digs a hole. Deep into my mind to make itself at home. Echoes of your voice play throughout my head, along with your scent, the memories, and holding you close in the bed.

Trust me I’m fine.

I’ve been fine since you left.
Took a journey of my own
found light and even found death.
How I miss you dear friend, miss you more than ever. Wishing we could communicate so we could tell everything to each other.
You left me?
You can’t just come back. If it was you all alone then I’d understand that.
But you chose them...
over me?
You thought you knew what burned meant?
The flame you left me with was another degree.
It took some time,
I had to find myself.
I’ve waited patiently.
Writing came into play,
Now I’m just a man
planting magic seeds.

To be or not to be? That is the real question.

As I wonder; I look for hope.
As I pretend; I look for meaning.
When I don’t know where to go; I remember, no one does.
Life finds you.
When I feel I’m dying slow; I’m actually living.
When the pain is absent; it’ll usually come back that night.
Days that I forget you live; let’s me know this ain’t right.
Maybe in due time.
Nothing I can do to fight.
So don’t ask me if I’m okay.

Trust me,
Baby I’m fine.
I’m fine.
Trust me baby I’m fine.
Just trust me when I say it,
Baby I’m fine.
Written by
M-PAC  23/M
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