

A Day Without End. A Day Without EndA Day Without End. by ~Pinkstar000001
It will never be enough to pretend.
Our woes and sorrows, our greatest regret.
The day you left was a day without end.
We spend our lives trying to comprehend,
What kind of confusion made us upset.
It will never be enough to pretend.
Each day is a struggle to apprehend,
What battles we conquered and how we met.
The day you left was a day without end.
Facing the truth I know what we once were.
What sort of people are we to forget?
It will never be enough to pretend.
Running in circles has become our trend.
Will we ever tire of this silhouette?
The day you left was a day without end.
Time is no longer strong
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