Here's another poem dedicated to Yoite, enjoy everyone. :D
To Be Alive
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What does it really mean to be alive?
I've asked myself this so many times,
To be remembered or forgotten,
I just can't decide.
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Some part of me buried deep inside,
Can't help but long for someone,
Anyone,
To say yes,
To tell me that I really am alive.
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Part of me wants the answer to be no,
So that one day all this pain will go away,
I can survive through this solitude,
But this pain is getting to be too much to take every day.
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My wish is all that gets me through the day,
Through each brutal wave of pain,
But soon enough,
Even that wish begins to fade away.
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It's replaced with something powerful,
A swell of emotion that threatens to crush my dysfunctional heart,
And even though I fight this feeling at first,
I come to realize,
That I knew the answer was yes from the very start.