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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2207388
The loss and realization of the meaning.
Eternity is too far away.
The day is a day to long.
Dull the pain hoping to end my stay.
But no drug is that strong.

The cross that hangs near my head,
Is the last gift from you.
It's the tombstone of your bed,
My love is never through.

We lied about the end.
Pretended it was for the best.
I felt alone in the lies unsaid.
Praying our love can mend.

Friends see the truth.
Called us on our facade.
They seen the proof.
Our love was never a mirage.
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