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apped into an absolute perfect ache.

In spite of the reason. Burnt one side of the bridge for an incomplete separation. Sometimes just love to bleed to numb the pain.

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Dying to Return

To the point before no return — A poem

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Falling into a daze, hardly can take this waste. Struggling to find the -never too late- place. Why is the sentiment always located, passed the point of no return? Denying the cuts are far too deep. Hiding the pain is harder than the conflict. Hiding the scars is easier the taking that deep breath.

Lest ignored, submitting to the conformity. Pushed back into the tic toc maze. So afraid to disappoint, confined by self-demand. Always too late when the delay is called home. Eager to blend in but leave the narrow mind alone. As it is snapped into an absolute perfect ache. In spite of the reason. Burnt one side of the bridge for an incomplete separation. Sometimes just love to bleed to numb the pain. An unusual number, unequal and forced to fit in. Forced to follow the dark confusing way that is dying to return to the point before no return.

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