READING WORDS YOU FELT THEN I AM HAPPY AND SAD,
REMEMBERING AT LEAST ONCE YOU LOVED ME..
A MOMENT SQUANDERED AWAY BEING MY VANITY
I REALIZE THAT NOW HAS NO DEFINITION,
SINCE IT COULD NOT WAKEN THE SAME FEELINGS FELT THEN,
I CAN ONLY DREAM...
I FIND THAT IN LOVING MY ONLY RECOURSE IS TO LET GO
AND SEEK WAYS IN LEARNING TO BE WITHOUT.
THEREFORE, I MUST NOT EXPERIENCE A LOVING SMILE
NOR EYE ON MINE
NOR SENSE A TOUCH EVEN IF BRIEFLY.
IN WRITING, I RELEASE,...
IF NOT FOR THIS, I BURST... I DIE...
IF NOT FOR THIS, I REMEMBER TO LIVE.
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