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Pressure, constricting my lungs.
The words can barely escape
that this is too much for me
as I look onwards to wasted days.

The cuts on my fingers,
the gnarl of daybreak.
The time moves faster
than we could ever handle.
The doubt still lingers,
the tightness in my chest.
I will never be able to forgive.
You left me scorned.

There is only so much
that I am able to do now.
I am only one man,
growing more tired with the years.
So burn the pictures,
erase the memories,
until there is nothing left
of the person I used to be.

You left me scorned.

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