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Thoughts That Go Like Bullets Through You

It's a broken memory 
That you can't choose to unseen
So keep this up choose dying alone
It's no one's fault but your selfish mind
How could you pick her over living
You're waiting but it's almost due time
If she doesn't come back 
By September you know that it's over
But you're hopelessly wait one more year
I'm the reality that you can't face
The open wound that you always think about
Please oh God please just move on
I know your going to let this kill you instead
Because your love for her is more than your will to live

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Douglas MacGowan

Wed 13th Feb 2019 20:49

Very powerful. The agony of potential lost loves that will forever tug at your memory, no matter how much time passes.

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