Where is my voice? He is no longer here…
First I lose you and now him; we are forced to lose all that we have and then we’ll lose ourselves…
Go ahead, all of you, turn away from these words I write, the tautology of it all. -The repetitive process is agonizingly immobilizing me.
Pretending will do no good; it’s monolithically impossible. Do what you do; be what you must but the moment will come; we All return to dust.
Never did I ponder or consider I would become the prophet, the one to tell no lies but I have and I am sorry because so much that I love has died.
How ridiculous was I to look the other way foolish enough to have thought and hoped that you loved me enough to stay; love doesn’t conquer all it just improves the day.
So much that I’ve lost and yes there’s still more that I retain but I’m never looking away again because this will be my bane.
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