why is it?
that every time, you creep into my mind,
..it hurts
why is it?
that every line, i rewind,
..is still as sweet,
dearly beloved, let me in,
if only for a few minutes.
remember me for what i tried to be, and not what i was,
or at least, just remember me...
why is it?
that every chance i get, i allow the pain to set,
and flourish,
and bloom,
into the most divine agony.
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