What if all beautiful things went untouched, would we still find the beauty in them?
I watch from a grave distance, as life continues on.
As history repeats itself yet again.
I hang my head in such shame that even I am not able to forgive myself.
Throwing myself into the darkness as though it's an everyday thing now.
I can't find it in my heart to care for you.
I've felt this way for awhile.
I remember your face as I recoiled from you, the last time you really saw me.
It's a brave thing that I can say love will always live within me.
No matter how many piece are taken, and every now and then I find the courage to love myself.
When I look around I realize that I am okay in the darkness.
But for me the darkness is more than okay, it is where I feel most at home.
I can't afford to make mistakes with beautiful men anymore.
Letting you into my world of wonder, money, and lust.
I start to think that I do these things for my own amusement.
Life is too short for this.
I know that now.
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