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Crying myself to sleep
my mind wanders to her
and I realize that love
is restricted from a great person

Food and depression
is all that is left while
my sleepless nights
are spent on idle thoughts

The candle that burned
and kept hope alive
has been smothered
and not even the smoke remains

Surrounded by material things
where each means less than the last
only the shadows and long idle talks
are there to bring me comfort

The wind blows
and with it
travels my hope
gone away never to return

A complete waste
if so then why
must i continue
to suffer by living

Jason Reid

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