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Sadly this woman with the biggest heart Has to rip out her most loving thoughts She must turn cold For over her, people just rolled She alway knew they would But she still did what she could She so desperately wanted to belive That everyone that was truly in need Would appreciate what she did She had the faith of a little kid She believed there was good in most everyone But now with all of that, she was done There finally was that last straw Finally a line she had to draw This decision was agonizingly painful After this, she didn't know what she would live for, would she be able The pain of this was greater then all that had came before This killing of her own soul hurt so much more Than what any human monster had inflicted With this her heart would truly be restricted She took the broken pieces of her being Ground them to dust as tears down her checks kept steaming She knew with this final self inflicted act There would be no coming back There would be no more love, no hope If not for drugs, how would she cope With one last sigh One last cry She pounded what made her, her to dust She felt no other way out, it was a must The chain that bound her to helping others just turned to rust It broke and fell away She wondered why on this earth would she now stay For with all the good she had tried to spread into this wicked place She sincerely thought it would be returned when difficulties she faced Only to find No other human would act as kind Every single person she tured to Only replied "what can I do" "I would help, but I must put myself first" Her loving heart made her feel so utterly cursed So she decided that was it No longer with the afflicted would she sit No longer would she put others before herself They could all fall off the ******* shelf This decision was not freeing It was gonna **** her completely, her fragile soul, her being It was gonna break the ties that held her to this life But when she need help, no one was there to end the strife Now this woman with the biggest heart Has to rip out her most loving thoughts Now she is as cold and heartless as the rest But look really hard, there is still the stain of tears upon her breast
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
Helping Hand is no More
Sadly this woman with the biggest heart Has to rip out her most loving thoughts She must turn cold For over her, people just rolled She alway knew they would But she still did what she could She so desperately wanted to belive That everyone that was truly in need Would appreciate what she did She had the faith of a little kid She believed there was good in most everyone But now with all of that, she was done There finally was that last straw Finally a line she had to draw This decision was agonizingly painful After this, she didn't know what she would live for, would she be able The pain of this was greater then all that had came before This killing of her own soul hurt so much more Than what any human monster had inflicted With this her heart would truly be restricted She took the broken pieces of her being Ground them to dust as tears down her checks kept steaming She knew with this final self inflicted act There would be no coming back There would be no more love, no hope If not for drugs, how would she cope With one last sigh One last cry She pounded what made her, her to dust She felt no other way out, it was a must The chain that bound her to helping others just turned to rust It broke and fell away She wondered why on this earth would she now stay For with all the good she had tried to spread into this wicked place She sincerely thought it would be returned when difficulties she faced Only to find No other human would act as kind Every single person she tured to Only replied "what can I do" "I would help, but I must put myself first" Her loving heart made her feel so utterly cursed So she decided that was it No longer with the afflicted would she sit No longer would she put others before herself They could all fall off the ******* shelf This decision was not freeing It was gonna **** her completely, her fragile soul, her being It was gonna break the ties that held her to this life But when she need help, no one was there to end the strife Now this woman with the biggest heart Has to rip out her most loving thoughts Now she is as cold and heartless as the rest But look really hard, there is still the stain of tears upon her breast
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
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