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Mar 2015
As time passes by
I sulk in my misery
I try hard not to cry
But it destroys me
Losing many tears
My soul is now dry
As over these years
I continuously die
From birth to death
I feel pain repeated
Like I am on ****
Until I am defeated
I fight what I can
And avoid the rest
I am a lonely man
With a heavy chest
I see no end in sight
Life moves too fast
I must rest my soul
To end, good night
I still can't think of a title...
Brett W
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