La Douleur Exquise…

Addicted to the exquisite pain
Like a druggie to the needle
We keep our hopes up
Even though, we know
Deep down, It’s ain’t happening…
Those sleepless nights,
Staring at the ceiling,
Between the ‘What If’s and 
The ‘Fuck It’s; there were
Heartbeats skipping its turn…

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