lux aeterna

~ Thursday, January 12 ~
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It’s killing me.

Wearing me down,

Filling me like a poison.

Like a never ending torture

Like a never ending task

Like reaching out

And missing by 10 feet

And every time

You hit the ground,

Your heart slams against your chest

And breaks a little more. 

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