What remains when love is gone?
Sadness? Longing? Hate that is not hate?
A broken promise. A shattered dream. A void heart.
The desire to move forward while chained in a mind prison.
The restless soul, trapped in a never-ending nightmare.

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To my beloved. Let us make a promise.
Even if our feelings should change.
When we are drowning in despair,
When it hurts too much to live,
When we seek our own demise.
In the next life, let us hold on til the end.

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So this is it... what now?

Never lovers... never, ever, forever... So why... why can't they get the hell away?