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[risenfromruin]

sixhundredfortyseven days fell down around me.I stood waist deep in wasted depth. unable to walk, my path choked by unmeant words.sixhundredfortyseven days ran through my fingers like sand.no matter how desperately i tried to catch it, the firmer my grip, the quicker it did escape.a fool once uttered beneath his breath the following; "no matter the time or distance, nothing can take this from us".and the wind ,unknowingly, caught this and carried it out far above any ears that were able to listen.this last hopeful breath tossed asunder by mistake.and the speaker of such naivete was rewarded with a palpable silence.alas,we were never collinear.our feet never fell along the same path.if anything, we existed only on opposing concentric circles.traveling in conflicting directions.I,in.you,out.now, i sit, my eyes glazing over, trying to make sense of this.trying to see how you got past me.trying to see why I believed in you.trying to view what it was in you that i deemed worth saving.every word that fell from those soft lips stunk of deceit.no amount of apologies can now dress this wound.this is goodbye without the good luck.this is severance in place of forgiveness.it seemed that the earth would shake with your every smile.it seemed that you breathed in the sweetest symphonies.my angel of devastation,I now tear you from your heavens.I now tear you down.there is no room for well wishing here.this is goodbye without the good luck.this is severance in place of forgiveness.

sixhundredfortyseven days of squandered hope.
sixhundredfortyseven wasted nights.
sixhundredfortyseven times I fell short.
sixhundredfortyseven times steel begged to meet flesh.
sixhundredfortyseven excuses to cauterize old wounds.
sixhundredfortyseven reasons to forget your face.

"this is mine.this is all I have.today I rise from ruin"