Beautifuckingworld

I admitt.
I'm in love in what used to be.
It's a love that's not expecting any answer,
not wanting any acknowledgement.
This love is happy with the bridges that is left
and which none can take away.
Replace it?
It will be.
But for the time being
I'm in love in what used to be
a part of my life
several years ago.

Instead of abandoning
I am separating.

Never shall I see that inocence again
for life has taken it's tole.
It is with sorrowfilled happiness
I were treading those paths again
with no other reason
than to challange myself
and with victory in hand I
in this moment
stand tall.


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