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[sunsetdisaster]

you are a one line poem.
you come and go.
beautiful and short, i can't
believe how much you touch me.
and although your ending is definite,
i always wonder how you began.
began to move on.
began to hate me.
fuck it, i say out loud.
but inside i'm a storm cloud
of depression and pain.
jesus christ.
and if he was really nailed
he knows how i feel every time,
every morning, every night that
i remember you.