Left-over madness creeps
In like a thief, stealing memories that
Float like fairy-tales with no
Ever after...
I often wonder if days are better spent in
Solitude, wondering why I'm here, while...
Arbitrary tears keep me company.
Madness, I say! I sw.allow it like bitter syrups from
Yesterday's childhood illness,
Tempting fate, time and time again until I
Hear what I want you to say...
it never comes...
and I see... I was only born
to die.
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