The mere thought makes me sicken,
That I'm the reason why she's broken.
I didn't want that to happen,
But the choices are already given.
I don't want to be a burden
That's why it's better to be forgotten.
This sickness, I have to keep hidden.
I don't have much time until I'm taken.
A few hours left 'til it's seven.
Our time together is so sudden.
I hope we'll meet again,
Not here but in heaven.
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The Guide to Being Philophobic
PoetryHe was the one who came and saved me He was my everything He was my heart my life my air But where is he now? "Honorable Mention Poetry" ~ The Sunrise Awards Summer 2019 "3rd Place Poetry" ~ Melodramatic Awards 2019 "Runner-up Poetry" ~ The Aesthe...
