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The conservation of mass
If energy is neither created nor destroyed
Then negativity is a MUST
A law of nature
This is a burden I am willing to carry
Thank God I don't have to
To let it all go
I can't be sorry for what's best
In sleep I dream of death
And it does not wake me
But calls me comforting
Let's pray God has mercy
Finding

There are many ways to die, and I plan on trying them all before I do.
The most boring one ive ever seen
it is what it is
The stars don't dance for me;
      
                                  they shine upon me in pity.
Stuck in
I'm falling apart
Please don't touch me
Stick to fingertips
A slight poison in my grip

I recognize these pieces
They remember my name
Though I have no recollection
I know them through shame

To pick up where we left off
Is the sound thing to do
Where in the Hell is Heaven
When God left me too
I shall raise one and make the other
When the tears are gone
Breath is drawn

In

Out

Remember the ability to hope
The willingness to cope

Think

In

Out

And find all that is left to do
Is right by YOU

In

Out

The day may be done
The days yet to come

Remember

Focus

In

Out

No one can take what is granted
Nor cant against your energy

In

Out

This is you
Immortal
Temporary

Finish where you started

In

Out

In

Out

In

...
As much as we would like to stop, sometimes all that's left to do is breathe. Then you must remember, ALL THAT IS LEFT TO DO.
Never quit, peace will come.
Tears that miss,

Pain that teaches,

Withering of vigor,

Memories forgotten,

Final farewells,

Beauty like,

The giving breath;
The escape to death,

The culminations of *******
Bottom the list of desires
This is me;
I see it
A new perspective
Where I no longer desire
Save the desire to no longer
Want

So I do
The same rituals
Where I know I'm safe
Yet the safe I know
Hurts

Oh I feel
The inevitable coming
Where infinite rests
And rests infinitely
Alone
Stuck in
I miss you the most,
Where did you
Where did you
Where did you go
Footnotes in foothills
Memories I imagine
Embraced by inspiration
Laced in the margin
But what does the subject matter
when talents are wasted

Paying for time, you left with mine
Bind my mind and leave me less

She was a novel
Poor poet

The End.
******* your pages
I'm binded by your spell
Snap your spine and
Open up
You cut the reader well
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