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How can I do this?How can I forgive you?After all that you put me through… How do I take your apology?And forgive what you did to me? I know it’s hardAnd you know it takes time to forgive
My name, Thanatos, resides on all their minds.  Death personified right into its living and breathing form, finds itself in a graveyard as a gravedigger, greatly confined.
I can see the rain a comin' fire in my eyes I can see the rain a comin'  baby no disquise with you. I can see your face when I'm alseep the words you never said rest heavy on my heart
  Hey Grandma- I’m calling because- No. No, I’m fine. Mom just yelled at me again- I know I shouldn’t cry about it-   Hey Grandma- Mom is sleeping away everything-
I write this both to thank you and to forgive you,And I hope you can forgive me just as much.Maybe not now, but one day.
I can't help but wonder of your thoughts since you've journeyed so far. Has it changed you; are you slow to anger, slow to find fault?  Judge with a softer heart?   I'm curious the things you've learned,
Do you think that People who go to prison For Fifty and sixty years Are they wishing they had Freedom While they're holding on to tears
Poetry, building up inside me. It fills me up until my lungs explode, It’s love, that brims at the seams as it sloshes
I melt away  There are no words to say I all I can do is sputter or merely utter That tore Down to my very core There is more than a feeling You really got my senses reeling
Someday the distance between us will be gone.
broken and confused  shaken up and abused you told me you loved me see how words can be easily misused
I reply with a "REST IN PEACE" when someone brings your name up, I mean, I might as well... You've been dead to me for 18 years. Or have I been dead to you?
These obstacles and my pain
What are you? What am I? I am human made of  flesh and blood just like you, I can feel pain and heartache just like you, just like you. I am just like you only in a different body and of a different mind. But are we not the same?
Daddy's girl peers inside her box of troubles only to find an alcohol bottle, full and heavy growing bigger surely, steady She sees hands reaching for the cursed bottle
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