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Loves aftermath
How can you say love is a chemical.
When i can feel such physical pain,
Deep in my chest.
Trying to squash old memories.
With my new fuel,Alcohol.
Slowly drinking myself to death,
even thou this man's already dead.
Revisiting our bed every night.
Now the most dark and loneliest of
all places.And then to be crushed,
Each morning when i realise your
not beside me.
I was warned.
Had chance,after chance.
So this is my penance i must suffer.
When i can feel such physical pain,
Deep in my chest.
Trying to squash old memories.
With my new fuel,Alcohol.
Slowly drinking myself to death,
even thou this man's already dead.
Revisiting our bed every night.
Now the most dark and loneliest of
all places.And then to be crushed,
Each morning when i realise your
not beside me.
I was warned.
Had chance,after chance.
So this is my penance i must suffer.
Published 20th Nov 2012
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8th Jan 2013 3:12am
Unfortunate... you did get right to the heart of reality, though. I sorta miss that feeling even though it hurt like being too alive. :-)
dark times,but i think everybodys been there,its just shit when its your own fault
