Let me put it into writing
All the pain; the tears; the hurt
Its excruciating.
Exhausting.
Why can't you give me what I deserve
It feels like you were never there
The fact that all you did was to hurt me
All the good were in the past now
Its true, good things must come to an end
Until the pain of now overshadow what was good then
Too bad, you have completely ceased to remember
How we move the fog from our breathing
Rubbing our hands together to keep warm
We left them all in the place where it all began
Sadly it had to end there as well
Now all I ask is for you to let me be
Take a glance inside my heart
Hear what it has to say
Speak with it...
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