I can't recall a time devoid of war Constant turmoil between my heart and mind. And although that leaves me on the brink of insanity each day, grasping a thread of hope for dear life, it's comforting. It feels good to have something familiar in life. An anchor refusing to abandon me, no matter how forcefully I push it away. This melancholy has been my muse, even before I lifted my pen to write. Life, a desert I've wandered barefoot, scorched by relentless heat and numbing cold, longing for water to prevent collapse, or a blanket to stave off death's embrace. Survival demands sustenance- This pain has been my water as well as my warmth. It's a deep love that she has for me. She loves me, so she never leaves me I don't leave her because I don't know where else to go She's the only one I know Her face etched within the chambers of my heart. She makes me cry, to the point where death feels like a better friend than her And she makes me laugh, at ...
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