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Just when you think you are over it completely, it comes Rushing back and hits even harder than before . the struggle to forget and move on. A task that seems somewhat impossible. You spend your days at war. War between yourself and your feelings. You try to win yourself back but it seems the more you try the more sorrow overshadows you. You die a little each day A part of you is gone. Till there's nothing left. You give up, allowing darkness to take over. You become loneliness's number one fan. Pain, sorrow and depression become your friends. the game of bitterness u play. A living Ghost u are Dead is your soul. The Walking dead.
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 8:33 AM UTC
Struggle
Just when you think you are over it completely, it comes Rushing back and hits even harder than before . the struggle to forget and move on. A task that seems somewhat impossible. You spend your days at war. War between yourself and your feelings. You try to win yourself back but it seems the more you try the more sorrow overshadows you. You die a little each day A part of you is gone. Till there's nothing left. You give up, allowing darkness to take over. You become loneliness's number one fan. Pain, sorrow and depression become your friends. the game of bitterness u play. A living Ghost u are Dead is your soul. The Walking dead.
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 8:33 AM UTC
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