love has forgotten me along with its passions and desires...
it has left my heart beaten to pieces without question
broken to pieces like a bat to glass
love makes me attmept to forget my purpose here...
without it i have no purpose
as my life crumples around me i see picture of my former self waiting to die along with my past happiness
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