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‘tis one of those times, in a roller-coaster life
When more lines end with this dreaded hood
Than with the inevitability of the unfeeling dot.

Why? What? When? Where? ....... Why?
I do not demand the answers, even lies,
For all I see in your eyes, are questions too.

Cursed

The pangs of lessons past
Have never abated since
Yet I delve deeper still
Farther than I ever must have gone
Beyond what you should have let me

The blood is not just your own
The weapon, a double-edged sword
I’d rather be alone than lonely,
I’d rather be lonely than pained
Pained by the remorse, the guilt, the misery

Cursed is my ardor, Let me not in you
I hold you closer, and deepen your wound