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Hope brings forth yet again,
another pain, another misery.
Why do I succumb to love
so early
It awaits me like a knife
words that tumbled from my mouth
The abundance of my heart
loving, living, eager, urgent
and yet brings forth unnecessary slices
of heartache.
days counted towards 13.
whilst you go on doing what you have to
I continued holding back
not wanting to
remember that day I said
....