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Hurt Me Enough Until I am Able to Let You Go



I am hanging onto the ropes
Of the hours you didn’t reply;
Of the phone calls you didn’t answer;
Of all the time you were a teaspoon of sugar,
Then I fell shortly after
Into the questions that wrecked me from inside
The second you were gone.
I’d rather have it kills me
Than watching you slowly fade
While I climb back into the exact same spot
Where standing alone needs a big amount of effort 

So don’t be a really good song, 
A line of words I cannot ignore, 
A written feelings I adore, 
Just don’t. 

I only need you to do me a favor: 
To bring on the good pain 
And hurt me deep 
Hurt me enough 
Until I am able to cut off the string 
Until the ache of your existence is finally missing

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