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How many more times
must I break,
before I can no longer
feel my heart's painful ache?

How many more times
must I fall,
before I can no longer
get up and stand tall
anymore at all?

How many more times
must I try,
before I can no longer
find any tears to cry?

How many more times
must I care,
before I can no longer
inhale any oxygenated air?

How many more times
must I die,
before I can no longer
find the will to try?


By Lady R.F ©2017
I'm scraping together the leftovers of your laughter
Gathering the scraps of your smiles
I'm savoring the after taste of your name
I'm still hugging you in December
Each night I die a little more,
Each day I wake alone as b4.
So bothered, it hurts.
***
Come into the waters of mine,
Fly into the air so fresh,
Dig into the soils so fine,
And maybe you will find the truth.
VIII III MMI
old gold lel
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