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day after day,

in these same conscious thoughts,

stuck and disorganized,

everything left,

to the probability of chance,

so now i see, these matters of convenience,

in all that's been, in between,

you and me,

a soft play, a collaboration to delay,

our convictions,

hearts feeling weary from realizations they had made,

never considering the choices that we make,

until they affect tomorrow,

and bring the ice to break,

so that i might make this different,

to protect myself, from further damage,

and heal beneath it's edge,

i made this so hard to live,

complications seem like a sea,

in which i am drowning,

my heartache makes no attachment,

but it weighs me down, nonetheless,

keeping me grounded,

my eyes, seeing only what they want, my head, thinking thoughts,

that wont allow me breathe,

beneath the pressure, of all that was,

between you and me,

better, to live and forget,

than to die in this sadness,

as i make attempts to reconcile,

with hopeless illusion,

as a hopeless romantic,

i remember you,

for all that you've been-