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The Day Our Loved Died

It'll never be.

By Tony FresiaPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I drowned in the bath of regretfulness. That I'd never get the chance to be there anymore. I often wonder if the rain will ever let up from this storm inside. They often told me that all of it could of been mine if I just waited but as Adam had his forbidden fruit in god's garden, I tasted the last bite of was never to be. Now here I am to be one without the other, without you to cheer me up. To tell me it's alright. To comfort my soul till its tender. It must seem like a recipe for disaster as my life seems to be the dark abyss of the forgotten. I must say I'll never miss you like the first day you said your last goodbye. I will and never will know the truth of your forbidden lies but I never want to know. When you left me at the crossroad of my distress I would never understand that, that was the end, goodbye. So now I know its time to say...goodbye

heartbreak
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Tony Fresia

I've Always Had an Inner Voice. No Voice Like Anyone elses.

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