Nothing, but a rotting carcass of spent emotions and rancid anger
Muttered in tones underbreath, in the loneliness of each at this stage
We only have me to curse for this plight we seem to share between us
I wish I could have been a better soul, or maybe at least a compliant one
But we both know that a broken soul has nothing to be fixed with, and every shard hurts
I speak to these lone moments, ask if my breath is justified in your absence
I only see me as the unwanted curse of the abomination called love and longing
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