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[giveup_yourdead]

fail the sun to shine as there is no more beauty
left to alighten.
what once flourished has weathered away
and what will not weather
i cannot stomach.
oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar.
i can keep my lips from trembling
while i sever, with regretful hands,
the strings so carelessly attached to me.
i can remove the litter of intimacy.
alas,
this will not be the death of me
if that which merely tears seldom lasts,
how can that which breaks ever heal?
i would rather bleed than feel.
i woul rather bleed.
no man can learn the value of his life without pain.
yet, no man deserves a life's worth in pain.
and i have a lifetime left to learn.

am i not a better man?