This Mar

This isn't a poem or anything...Just a rambling. Sigh to the rambling thoughts which keep me up.

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Why can't you give me life?
You give me love. Sorrow.
Tender and hate. Support and
Fall down experience.
Why can't you give me life?
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Is this sadness?
The small mar in my heart;
Which isn't even my heart.
Just my chest
Kind of like an invisible hitch in my breath.

What was before?
Before?
Am i happy now?
Loving now?

And when you're gone,
This mar? Is this sadness?

What was before?
Before?

I don't hasten to be melodramatic
But, I think, I love you and miss you when you're away.