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My heart is withered; thin and gaunt. The chambers hollow and empty. There is only so much pain A person can beat against Before begging for some rest For the heart to stop. To no longer have to fight this never ending battle. And have death's sweet embrace
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May 24, 2022
May 24, 2022 at 6:55 PM UTC
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My heart is withered; thin and gaunt. The chambers hollow and empty. There is only so much pain A person can beat against Before begging for some rest For the heart to stop. To no longer have to fight this never ending battle. And have death's sweet embrace
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May 24, 2022
May 24, 2022 at 6:55 PM UTC
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