The times I have shoved everything Aside for you The times I have destroyed it all For you, then wondered why When I am alone, I feel Such pain, such emptiness. As if you and i had never been It ends as it began - Life is full of its own petty revolutions - I have given up everything To become whole, Instead of some half-hearted Replica of an ideal me. Such self-sacrifice and hopeful yearnings Are torn apart, Discarded useless Stepping stones for the users and the abusers Whose drug of choice is The breaking down The burning down Of the little selfishness That could make my life so much better.
Reason for writing:
i think this one pretty much speaks for itself.
Birth sign: Libra
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