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It this moment This quick started Long lasting moment I remember where I am I remember who you are I am at home But what home is this I am afraid and angry everyday It’s rare, if ever I enjoy your stays I try to believe That you are well Yet someday I believe I’m stuck in hell The truth is You’re not well You’re not sane In this house I can’t escape the pain It’s hard to act normal When a monster walks about It takes effort Not to scream or shout Cause that’s what this monster thrives on It’s what gives it thrill Nothing can stop it Till your hopes are killed This monster is persistent It believes it is right Maybe that’s the reason Why it never seizes to fight The fights go on and on and on Often into the night Occasionally in the dawn There is no end in sight We’ve woken to it We’ve slept to it We are living through it Sometimes we win But often it’s the other The bleeding hearts of us three brothers Are wounded by our poor other Now I write So I don’t need to fight So I can try to forgive But never shall I forget The things you do in these moments last forever Forever scarring Forever tearing Forever rending The only hearts that care I can never forget these moments Or the things you do Cause in these moments I find I hate you.
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 4:58 PM UTC
In this moment
It this moment This quick started Long lasting moment I remember where I am I remember who you are I am at home But what home is this I am afraid and angry everyday It’s rare, if ever I enjoy your stays I try to believe That you are well Yet someday I believe I’m stuck in hell The truth is You’re not well You’re not sane In this house I can’t escape the pain It’s hard to act normal When a monster walks about It takes effort Not to scream or shout Cause that’s what this monster thrives on It’s what gives it thrill Nothing can stop it Till your hopes are killed This monster is persistent It believes it is right Maybe that’s the reason Why it never seizes to fight The fights go on and on and on Often into the night Occasionally in the dawn There is no end in sight We’ve woken to it We’ve slept to it We are living through it Sometimes we win But often it’s the other The bleeding hearts of us three brothers Are wounded by our poor other Now I write So I don’t need to fight So I can try to forgive But never shall I forget The things you do in these moments last forever Forever scarring Forever tearing Forever rending The only hearts that care I can never forget these moments Or the things you do Cause in these moments I find I hate you.
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colin-roberts
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 4:58 PM UTC
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