One day and then the next I sit all alone confused and perplexed emptier than I ever thought possible everything forgotten or neglected I've given up on finding who is responsible I feed until I can eat no more I cry until I no longer have things to cry for, take me where the darkness never fades get me out of this hell I'm done with this never ending sherade if who is weak and who is wrong who is empty and who is strong I disguise my self in hopes you never truly know me for my lies and my past my dear are ancient history.
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ancient history
Poetryso long ago I was in love but it was hard with who I had dated at the time of how I choose from now on
