than to acknowledge the problems of mine.
Its that moment I hear your name,
it sends me into the past, remembering the shame.
Its the fight or flight feeling when i smell that scent,
memorized by all the time we spent.
Only at night will I let you in,
Remembering your charming grin.
Those nights I longed for your touch,
Knowing it would never be enough.
No longer will you be allowed,
No longer will you be allowed.
Its easier to pretend everything is fine,
than to acknowledge the problems of mine.
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