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Searching

I've spent most of my life this way, Searching. Day after day.

Every second I wonder why; Waiting. Why'd it have to die?

We had so much to let go. Climbing. Trying to reach a higher slope.

A desperate grab onto something so frail. Hoping. But all hopes would fail.

Reaching the top, or so it seemed. Falling. My worth was not "worthily" deemed.

The sky was so clear. Raining. Now comes my greatest fear.

No light seeps through anymore. Storming. And I wonder what's in store.

Alone, without love or hope. Drowning. How can I possibly cope?

Light at the end of this tunnel so dark. Wandering. The reminder a constant mark.

You touched me not on the outside part. Loving. But you touched me deep inside my heart.

My mistake, I thought you cared.Crying.For this thing to be spared.

Try as I might, this feeling I can't shake. Searching. But this memory I will take.