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He spends another night; lying on his bed; drained.
"How do you sleep, how do you sleep?"
He wish he could shed a tear; he can't.
All this pain runs deep in his veins, his broken heart;
every beat, there's no escape.
He shuts his eyes,
her crystalline face, her mesmerising smile.
"This hurts! This hurts!" he screams; all is silent.
He tried taking the memories off the shelf, to no avail.
Letting go is the hardest, he's trying his hardest.
He didn't expect
those bittersweet memories could cause him so much pain.
He grabs the penknife, every night kills,
he's dying again and again.
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to be continued-
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