Here I am again.
The thoughts in my head are like a sin.
She's in his arms tonight...
I'm too weak to fight.
I lie awake with a pain in my chest.
Turns out she was like the rest.
I could have sworn she was an angel.
Now it feels like I'm in hell.
I'd do anything to make these nights end.
Because against these memories I can't defend.
I just lie here and cry and cry and cry.
For it to hurt this much why can't I just die.
I hear her voice and see her face.
It doesn't matter that I love her, no that's not the case.
I feel her touch and hear her laughter.
But she's happy with him...and really...that's all that matters...
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Thoughts of a Wanderer
Well...there may be a few short stories, jokes, poems...anything that sparks my interest...
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