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May 2016
Oh, God
Why, God, must this heart never heal
Take this pain
Take it
I do not want this heart
It burns
And it aches
And it bleeds
With envy, callous mind and no real being
I want to be numb
Let me have one last sip
Alas, the bottle is empty
And I am left
With this hopeless feeling
I can not escape.

Will I ever be good enough for anyone?
Elizabeth Burns
Written by
Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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