The grief is real, the pain intense
The sorrow is strong, there is no defence
A damaged heart, a wounded mind
A twisted soul, hard to define
No wrong was done, no intent there
Just a thoughtless lack of care
So now I die, as I go through my life
And try as I will, try as I might
I cannot let go, of my feelings so strong
Despite the fact that they now seem to wrong
Tonight I will sleep, and dream yet again
Of deaths sweet release, ahmen, ahmen
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I liked this.
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Hmmmm. This is different to your usual style and an interesting write.
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Where else can I really go with this? Anywhere else will lead me to places I dont think I want to explore to be honest
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