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grieving for the living

i don’t know where to begin again

every road leads to an end

do you think he heard my pleas on that night in november three summers ago

i would say i love you but saying it out loud is hard, so i will not say it all, and i will not stay very long

how much sorrow can i take when this love is over

now my riverbed has dried, shall i find no other?

i don’t mean to get deep it’s just one of those weeks

who are you?

do you still think of me as fondly as i do? you burned me right to the bone, i should be angry yet all i can feel is bitter and hurt and i’d take you back at a moments notice