Dear god,
Please let me be
I have suffered enough
Of this agony
You have tortured my soul
I didn't give my heart out, he stole
He became a truthful lie
As he floated like an apparition into the sky
They say he's with you now
And my lungs whisper his name in a reverent sigh
And I think to myself:
If only he didn't have to die
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Spiritual"My words aren't just some petty thoughts wrapped up in eloquent packaging. They are beings that have roamed in my head and have lived in my heart. Their existence starts with a tremor, and ends in a silence so profound that it cannot be broken." -H...
