im sitting alone in a cold dark place..
reminiscing the past that made a wound in my heart..
the pain still lingers..
the longer i stay to the past, it hurts more,
much more inside..
how long will i feel the pain?
how long will i be in despair?
writing here is some sort of drug
that keeps me awake until there's nothing more left to feel..
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