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Hurt

Pain is week so am I. Everytime you go a piece of me dies.
Cloudy thoughts of you keep pushing through.
The pain is rough when I miss you. Sometimes I drift falling deeper into this rift.
I stumble I crawel I sit in pain and stall there is no answers there is no clues
just shades of gray blocking out you. My thoughts sway from day to day
it keeps me up. Forever alert feeling this pain feeling hurt
theres no more tears to cry the is no answer no reason why
but I have matured I have grew i'm no longer dying because of you
So now you know I have found someone new not involving pain not involving you
the pain fades it's slowley subsides no more hurt is left inside
the moral of the story is never give up never give in
keep holding on and your pain will mend.
Maybe today maybe tomarrow but we all live to learn with our sorrow