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Shes on his mind, still,
after all this time.
Shes on his mind, day after day.
constantly. unable to be left behind.

Struggling to put his emotions into words,
he senselessly hits away on his keyboard,
hoping the pain will cease to exist.

Nobody knows how he feel,
how good he still feels
when he remembers her in his arms,
how he still smiles sometimes
when he reminisces.

fuck this sounding emo shit.
fuck this missing her shit.
fuck this hope of her caring still.

This is my epiphany;
what matters most?
Family and Brothers.