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So alone in this room night after night
with memories not quickly forgotten
cascading over the rubble of my 
fragmented mind 
this isn't what I wanted
this is never what I wanted
I am sorry I screwed this up
I'm trapped by my own doing in
the house of horrors
where darkness is ever present
no hope
no love
no peace
outside the window there's skeletons of trees 
standing starkly against the moonlight
it's a cold and barren winter
empty of warmth as my soul 
hastily I scribble a note to myself 
to put in the suggestion box
next time love her even more
love her harder
and for god's sake 
Don't Give Up This Time