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And I stood there, a stranger
Trying hard not to look
Trying desperately to resist
Only to fail in my predictable weakness

A hundred knives stabbing by chest
A thousand blunt objects taking my breath
A million memories driving me insane
For the beauty and love once mine

My knees weaken from the weight
From the images of you and I
Images that haunt my dreams
And fill my thoughts in the waking hours

Though I have the strength to move on
And the wisdom to know defeat
I also have the foolishness...
The foolishness of a hopeful heart

A heart that arrogantly has answers
To all these impossible questions
And so I linger in hope and ignorance
Though I should know better

Though leaving would be easier...