A Trilogy

Slowly my apprehension is fading.
If I stay alone, it will keep me company.
My love' that is, not my fear.
I hope...
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My talents have dwindled to the reputable and deplorable.
Do you remember that we promised to laugh?
Was I crying then too?
Or just now...
How can I ask you to remember when I can't?
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The inadequacies of expression hurt like grey.
It is a sweet agony.
But I don't hear it until much later
when it means something completely upside-down.
My lips sting from the clenching of my jaw,
but not nearly as much as my head aches from the
dull fuzzy blanket that shields me from the fatasies I wish to create.
My eyes are growing heavy and I believe I will fall
under and dream of Void,
But I'm not certain because I don't know who he is.
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