by Willow Rain
and some have been on both sides
I especially loved the part-- burned every bridge/ I am standing in ashes between us. that is eloquent, very very good.
thanks for the read
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Isn't strange that when you reach those moments when you no longer want to hold on, when you can't any longer or risk your own destruction, that in those moments the love still doesn't die... its rather miraculous, but sometimes it seems to me it would be better if it did. Thanks for the great poem, although it sent me on a rather unsettling trip down memory lane.