The unnecessary emotions in our minds and chests leave us bleeding the crimson that our body needs to keep us alive

We wait for something that will never come while we lose someone who was never ours

The time we waste on hope is lost in not doing something to change the events that we find upsetting

That crush our fading souls and leave us bone dry of will

The events that make us wish for no tomorrow and a better yesterday

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