My eyes are dry, my mind is sound,
Yet grief is creeping.
I think I learn with every round
And don't go deeper.
They never want me as it is,
But hide in shadows,
And I fastforward to the bliss
Of empty sadness.
I hardly ask to build me up,
I still have bruises
From prior falls,misdeeds, mishaps,
The pain of losing
Not a connection, just a dream
Of someone equal.
But any story I begin
Is just a sequel.
My intuition never lies,
I step aside, and
Will only write a few more lines
Before the silence.
Before the silence
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