Let it LieJust let it lie; is it dead? That is for me to know, and you not to care about, because that comes easily for you. Drowning in a sea of doubt, wallowing in whatever I can find, to bring me down. Bereft of solace because I have slain my own serenity. I allow my own sentiments, to impale me. Ignorance of madness leaves me addicted to my sorrow. Craving the burn, seeking oblivion, desiring to turn my back on the only ones who care. To sever contact, despite the familiar pain of loss. Multitudes of questions, are answeredLet it Lie
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Dum De Dum
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