With time gone unbroken,
the soft words unspoken.

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Its never easy to say goodbye,
To try and end a chapter of a book.

With the dusk turning to night,
Morning is bound to brake through.

To late to look back,
The doors to the room already shut.

How can this pain be for the best,
when it hurts every inch of flesh.

Its too soon now to repent,
wash the sins from the bed.

With ever sight,
The heart grows colder.

The smell of it all still remains,
Like a stain upon the soul.

Someday the want will wash away,
As the marks upon the skin fade.

Till then,
Till then.
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Remembering all the lies,
counting up all the cries.