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Feb 23
I'm not the man that I long to be.
There's this broken childhood
That stil kicks around inside of me.

Around my heart you hung this weight,
I am the product of all your mistakes.

It's not the future I thought it would be,
With this pain you left inside of me.
What have you done, how can this be?
You killed the child that lived inside of me.

Don't be fooled,
Don't think you've made amends.
The blood I shed, it never, it never
It never, ever, ends.

So many years IΒ lost to your ill gain,
Countless moments consumed by pain.
What did you do, why was this done?
Where is my peace?
Why won't it come?

Don't ever think you could make amends.
The blood I shed, it will be my end.
It will be my bitter end.

Where is my peace?
Why won't it come?
Because when I wake tomorrow,
I know so well,
The worst is yet to come.

Tom Lefort 2024.
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