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Dusk has greeted me with a harsh reminder.

That you and I will never have a chance to ponder.

Better said, you, will forever remain ignorant of my love.

Restated, you will never ponder.

But wait and hope allows me.

Then the sudden question rises

Have you ever pondered?

Instantly I´m filled with fright.

Doubting.

Have you ever pondered?

What if you ever pondered!

Fear then conceled in the coldest possible truth.

If you ever pondered, the obvious reality would then indeed imply.

That without even trying, I have been rejected.

So wish for what should I?

What should I pray be my truth?

Is any one of them worse?

Eternal hope, eternal damnation; It does not matter

Cause’ either one means being condemned forever.

Then a more disturbing question haunts me.

If my concerned was raised by hope.

Then I am stuck in an infinite cycle.

Love and Death. Love and Death.

A loop that’ll never end.

-Pain and that other feeling that could be described as opposite.-

No longer able to distinguish.

No care at all for my state of mind.

Love has driven me mad.

And I choose to be mad forever