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I need a shovel. 

To dig a grave. 

To burry these memories. 

I have to be brave. 

Brave to fight myself & you

Memories so lovely, yet so few

Those smiles so rare

That I could cry

Those tickles so crazy

Difficult to find even if I retry

Brave to fight myself & you

From red to blue

That walk along road less traveled

Unraveled treasure

That drive to d near by store

Unspoken pleasure

Brave to fight myself & u

How we grew

Those fights so cruel

I miss them now

Those silent duals

Fluttering in me somehow

Brave to fight myself & u

That's how the wind often blew

Stood by there for other to know

Presence was pleasure

Good & bad both times unseen

Nobody 2 measure

Brave to fight myself & u

Drops of dew

You kiss n tell what to keep

For m at crossroads

You point me out in wat 2 weep

For m carrying loads

Brave to fight myself & u

Start a anew

You kiss n tell what to keep

For m at crossroads

You point me out in wat 2 weep

For m carrying loads

Brave to fight myself & u

Start a anew

Myself & u

To fight myself & u

The world I give no care

I need a shovel to dig this grave

Don't ask me if it's anymore fair!

-Diary of an Oxymoron