True

Even if I never see

the end, it would still be

there, within my head.

I’m sure I’m fine

but who can tell if

ones lost their very own mind?

My veins are still 

clogged up with the

memory of you, you

in all your glory,

surrounded by all the hearts 

you’ve broken.

If I never see an end

to this, perhaps I’ll 

never know the true meaning 

of pain.


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