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will you speak?

do you not owe me this respect?

go on living knowing i will never have a answer.

justifying, you remain to fill the void of...

everything... with no consolation,

just meaningless words of defense.

i know and love you, no matter

i will always be there...

but there is nothing i can do to express,

the waisted time we have spent....

slipping through... our life is slipping through.

i hit the bottom when i found the knife,

my back has never healed...

from the whip of your tongue,

you share the most special part of me,

then you take it away...

why cant we go on without recalling the past?

why do we have to go on without hearing the words of healing.

we can heal each other, if we just rip the stitches out...

underneath is the thing we fear above all....

dripping failed life's.