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How can I live today
Knowing I won't breathe  tomorrow
If anything, your lies and promises used to and still be my favorite reminiscences...
Yet, my remorse, darling?
Was yearning for your fictitious love...
Giving you a happified privilege to watch me angsting and dying for nothing...


Evenoer
Forever ever and always
Helen and I would always
write In every card Birthday,
Christmas, Valentine, we
would write "Love You Now
Forever And Always"every
year without
fail,
Now Helen gone I miss so
much just writing Helen's cards
and receiving Her's the last
card I wrote to her was at
Christmas when she was In
Hospital the year Helen passed
on,
I had taken the card In for
her and put it on her bed
side table
It was after Helen died I
found the card unopened
still on her table I admit I
cried she never got my last
card and neither did I get
Helen's for she had been to
ill to write one or read
mine
Helen because she dying never got read my last Christmas card ever
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·           ·✷ *              +     ·   ⊹  . ˚  ˚    ˚     * . who will mourn the world ˚
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I felt like space
 ✦  
so so alone
King 6d
I’ve never been so cold
While lying next to you
I’ve lost that hand to hold
You watch my skin turn deathly blue

I am the venison
Left unwanted after the hunt
Still warm, sensitive
Dying in the cold front

I only wish I freeze peaceful
The snow covers me white
My death comes so blissful
As the moon overtakes the night

The hunters have left to kiss their women
Hug their kids and sleep soundly
While my decayed body is unwritten
And my spirit is ungrounded

Doe of the night,
Wisting away in the wind
The soul of The Taken takes flight
And finds his own ending
Dignified
A generic question
You're all right
Stop this misdirection

So defined
Now that the past is over
The simplest mistakes
About to ******* over

Nothing's real
What's the strength of reason
You aren't real
There's nothing left to ground you

So ill defined in your heinous head start
Ill fitting precedence, tear me apart
Providence save me, i need your autonomy
I need your everything, what will you save for me

Take what is mine, a good enough start
Betting it all on this myopic part
I don't need your foresight
Don't need your "told you so"
All I can hope for
In this, just my clarity
I'm not the type of person to give up on someone,
But eventually eyeryone leaves...
                                                        One
                                                             By
                                                               One

And it really hurts when they cast you away
So I'm killing myself slowly...
                                                  Day
                                                        By
                                                            Day

Pain is a constant reminder that I'm terrified
Because I cant have you...
                                               Side
                                                      By
                                                         Side
Are you coming to the Meadow
Where the grass is green?
Are you coming to the Meadow
To remember me?

Are you coming to the Meadow
Where they set me free?
Are you coming to the Meadow
Where they buried me deep?

Are you coming to the Meadow?
Will we meet again?
Are you coming to the Meadow?
I’ll be happy then.

Are you coming to the Meadow
To finally join us?
Are you coming to the Meadow
Where life is joyous?
Johnny walker Nov 12
My darkest days have
just begun the 23rd
of December still to
come, a year ago It
was then my Helen
she sadly passed
away
Christmas trees can't
do no more for the
last one I saw was by
Helen Hospital bed It
was put there because
it was Helen last ever
Christmas she would
have
Christmas trees by Helens Hospital bed put by her bed because she dying and wouldn't
make It home to see ours
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