to find the essence of what we have lost...
we must determine its character..
individuality..
purpose...why we have suffered such deficits
why we are known to limit ourselves to only one option
when other opportunities
better opportunities
life-changing
neck-hanging contingencies
are at hand...
why we hold on to broken pieces
knowing there is no solidity
to bring them back together
but still we have hope...
hopes in things that
will never be
could never be
should never be
would never be
never would have been
never could have been
never should have been
there...
in a form of touch...
communication...
a loss of faith
that fades away
with false promises...
a loss of trust
that burns away
with the heat of lies...
a loss of one self...
that diminishes
in the depths of depression
where is the beauty of losing
if nothing is gained...
why does pleasure
carry the countenance of pain
what is the beauty of losing....
when the essence of life has been lost...
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