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Posted: July 3, 2015 in art, poetry, writing
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I.
The worst ghosts were once the best people.
They leave and the feelings haunt you.

II.
Did you think I’d change enough, soon enough
To become worthwhile?
I was, once; before I was me.
I regret that it wasn’t for you.
Now I can’t trust those I love
And I can’t love those I trust;
The cute, boring love
Inevitably becomes a hollowed, smiling corpse.

Nothing…
                   ….Fucking nothing…
….Nothing good lasts.

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