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Just a poem.
heart


It's my choice,
I know.
I've grown tired
of the stories they've told.
About love and happiness,
I know they're not real.
Besides who am I
to want to know how it feels?
All those feelings are gone;
they're in the past.
Everytime I think that they're back,
the feeling hardly ever lasts.
Why am I here?
Where will I go?
Surely enough,
the answers I'll never know.
Everythings so far away
not even in sight.
I've hurt enough
I'll make it disappear
Tonight