The image never goes away,
Even on a summer´s day where the sun seems eternal and bright,
Even when spring rain is falling and I can smell the air´s aroma changing,
Even during autumn when I see the colors of the leaves blend into one beautiful rust,
Even during the winter when the white snow falls and even the color reminds me of innocence lost,
I need to hurt and bleed until I fade and decay,
I need to burn myself in these flames of despair,
Until the image of you and that night fades away,
Until your touch is a distant memory, blurred and black in my mind,
But every year, every hour, every day,
The image never goes away.
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Lauren Tyrrell
Alleviating the darkness, one day at a time.
Irish.
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