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Clarie, Angel

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Thursday, June 19, 2014

Desperation

I'm up at 4 in the morning.
with a tear-stained face
trying to retrieve our past

what hurts 
was having flashbacks
and you saying
"i don't want to lose you'
i want to read it again
to feel it all over again

 for your departure
has only left a void
in this heart where you
were my salvation

 and i smell desperation
writing this at 4:16am
all i want now
is simple
to retrieve our chats
to have something fond 
that i can miss you by

 but even the inn won't let me have that
he says its fate
that the lost ones
aren't coming to stay

perhaps
i do not want you back
i brisk in the wind of missing you



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