...something we always knew was ours?
Lost, but living.
Loving, yet hopeless.
Knowing it hurts to wake up, and wondering why you bother to move aimlessly about your day.
The old song you hear in the distance of your dazed presence, memories of a reminiscent careless past.
Not knowing what you want out of life as you look past yourself in the mirror, only to realize there's nothing in this world your heart has ever longed for.
Realizing everything in life has fortunately fallen into your lap, yet you're still a sad ungrateful soul.
Regretting nothing of the past, but you know you haven't earned an honest living.
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It hurts, you know.
But I honestly don't think anybody has cared.
Not the ones closest, who have always felt like strangers.
Not my friends whom I've spent the most memorable years of my life.
Not my love, who makes me die a little inside every time I see smile.
These scars remind me of how I feel. No matter how much I smile, or how much I laugh....
In the end, I only hurt.
Yet, nothing traumatic has happened in my life.
So, why do I feel this way?
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.....what if we lived with something we never knew was ours?
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