Justin Borthick Poems

Sometimes I question if I feel at all
Sometimes I wonder if I acted it all
The feelings and emotions I look back and see
I had at one point, but that isn't me
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I am no more than a memory
I accept this and agree
But often do I catch myself
Hoping you still think of me
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A facade I live in as the course of my existence
Consists of pleading and swearing, needing to forget this
A swelling of my head, my heart does the same
My mind can't break free from the echo of your name
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