Tuesday, 20 August 2013

those who mourn

You hang above me, yet you're under my skin. You are more; you are more than the body I wake up and fall asleep in every morning, and every evening. Somehow, I'm still numb to it all. I'd die for myself, but would I die for you? I try to unearth the pain inside, but my efforts couldn't find. They couldn't find the reason for those who mourn.

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