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The pain
My legs
they ache
my spirit
it breakes
my lungs
they breathe
her love
I need
My pain
I hide
my eyes
they cry
these words
I write
this battle
I fight
these days
they pass
these scars
they last
my anger
they feed
my legs
they bleed
those words
you said
on and on
you lead
the shoe
it fits
fuck this
I quit
they ache
my spirit
it breakes
my lungs
they breathe
her love
I need
My pain
I hide
my eyes
they cry
these words
I write
this battle
I fight
these days
they pass
these scars
they last
my anger
they feed
my legs
they bleed
those words
you said
on and on
you lead
the shoe
it fits
fuck this
I quit
Published 5th Mar 2013
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5th Mar 2013 4:49am
5th Mar 2013 11:39am
what i get from the poem is that you tried to make things work with her but she was not willing to work through things and i know how that is
