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Is it a sacrifice to spend so much time thinking of you? I have convinced myself I am honoring your memory, I suppose, But that little person that lives in my brain, The one that monitors my mistakes and yells at my flaws, Keeps telling me that I am selfish. Selfish to indulge in this sadness, Selfish to cry when thinking of you, Selfish to see you in my dreams, When I could have, should have, done so much more, When you were still alive.
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
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Is it a sacrifice to spend so much time thinking of you? I have convinced myself I am honoring your memory, I suppose, But that little person that lives in my brain, The one that monitors my mistakes and yells at my flaws, Keeps telling me that I am selfish. Selfish to indulge in this sadness, Selfish to cry when thinking of you, Selfish to see you in my dreams, When I could have, should have, done so much more, When you were still alive.
Emory_Bee
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
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