We Become Estranged…

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Yes, I do miss you
Yes, I wanted to share with you
Share what makes me happy
Share what makes me blue
Cause, my love was honest and true

Yes, I do remember you
Yes, I wanted to be with you
Wanted to spend time with you
Wanted to talk my heart out
Cause, you were my friend no doubt

But circumstance and distance changed
They close the doors and we become estranged
I said, I didn’t want you to stay
I know that my actions were wrong
But trust me, I just want you to be strong

You know why I am saying all this
You know why I don’t want you to stay
I fear to hurt you in a way
I fear that I’m not at all what you need
But trust me, this makes my heart breaks and bleed

You know I can’t hide my thought
So, I write and think about you a lot
I still have this burning question
Why I stare at the heaven
Why I wished for angelic perfection

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Forgotten memories….

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Most things are forgotten

They say time may ease the pain

All are caught up with their lives

The event of the past is no longer in the mind

There are many things to think about

Many things have to learn

No matter how much time shall pass

No matter what we do

There is something that shall never change

There is something that I can’t run away

Is the memories, memories of our past

Which shall remain with us forever

Feeling Lonely and Sad…

“I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.”

― Augusten Burroughs

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“The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see–the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.”

― Katie McGarry