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Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.

Odd Ken

Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work
I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
ODD KEN

Born Break Up Leaving Myself Poet Yourself
I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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Goodness Herself Love Lying Myself Quite Talk
Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
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Breathe Learning Pain Rest Survive Wound Yourself
You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
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Break Up Myself Thinking Try
No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
ODD KEN

Change Goodbye Stay
Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
ODD KEN

Drown Fire Herself Love Myself Preparation
Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
ODD KEN

Choice Death Herself Missing Myself
All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
ODD KEN

Children Depression Hands Myself Soft
Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
ODD KEN

Better Herself Home Hope Lost Place Rest Water
I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
ODD KEN

Afraid Love Lyrics Myself Sing
After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
ODD KEN

Brutal Demand End Healing Myself Poem Run
Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
ODD KEN

Born Pain Respect Sadness
I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
ODD KEN

Burn Confusion Love Myself Possible Thinking Wrong
I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
ODD KEN

Break Up Buy Drink Herself Myself Poet Relationship
I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
ODD KEN

Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story

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