Shame.
There is nothing we can do.
Shame.
You and I are through.
Shame.
There is nowhere to run.
Shame.
The damage has been done.
Shame.
The secrets have been buried within.
Shame.
The demons are breathing us in.
Shame.
We can no longer break free.
Shame.
The bonds holding us are for all eternity.
Oh, and is such a shame that we will never be the same.
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Poetry"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." Charles Bukows...
