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What's Left?
Contributed by
twitterbird
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Wednesday, 26th March 2014 @ 07:50:19 PM in AEST
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SadPoetry
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Why do I care?
I picture you every morning.
You are in my dreams at night and I long to see your face.
You hurt me the most.
You dont care for me,
You have moved on.
You are my worst pain
so why do I care?
What draws me to you?
If I didnt love you then this pain would be gone.
This feeling of loneliness
This feeling of sorrow.
Every morning I long to see you
But I dread it as well.
How long can I last?
This game between us?
Where I give everything I have,
And you take.
You have my everything.
My life, my being.
And I dont want anything back.
I just want to give you everything.
But theres not much left of me now.
And you dont care.
You seem to become uninterested
Because you have taken everything I have.
And I dont know... whats left?
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Re: What's Left?
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by softerware on
Wednesday, 26th March 2014 @ 11:12:09 PM AEST
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Why must we reach the depths before we can release ourselves? Perhaps it is because we are eternally hopeful by nature.
We have all invested ourselves and lost, as you say so well here until "There's not much left".
I'm sure all of your readers can identify with this.
Thank you for sharing it.
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