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May 14
i couldn't know if i tried.

too far from where you've been.

i wasn't yours to keep.

but someone kept me here.

did you know i was all that'd be left?

when my heart lost its light?

when your grey turned to white?

when your life changed mine twice?

Only i would stand there.

i would stand there again,

i would remember to live,

while you learned how to be.


living alone in the roots,

holding fast to your feet,

burying yourself in a hell,

trying to change what you see.

alcohol was the only good dream,

but relief is earned,

now your house is only hers,

like an extension of you,

like a thing that remembers you,

and you're stuck in it's head.
charles
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charles  31/M
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