i couldn't look away,
how beautiful can a soul be,
even clouded by pain,
is still kind enough to laugh,
she doesn't want to hurt anyone,
she wants to leave no scars,
in a way, i was more selfish than her,
even has she tried to end it all,
she thought about me,
i don't deserver her,
i am again reminded of my flaws,
and how ugly i am inside.
one day, she will recover,
she will love and heal,
and, as i lay dying,
on the bathtub,
i will cry,
cause i know i lost her,
the same day i finally found her,
such is the irony in life,
to give something to you,
just to take it away.
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