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Mar 2012
You place pressure over my soul who yearns for freedom
As you speak words of utter nonsense
As my heart beats systematically, slowly and bitterly
Actions, movements and consequences. All leading to the day you ripped my soul
Dragging it down with you, to your deepest lows of sins
I cry but no one listens
I see the sun shining up above the black lining
I see your devil eyes blinding as I bleed, finding a key
That opens the door to my happiness
The door you guarded for years and years
I run to the door
You pull me back
I beg for your pardon
If I didn't leave now I would never leave
I'd die here with the monstrous abductor of my innocence
cold hearted and furious
You throw me even deeper to your hard bitter valley of sins
I cry
But this is too much
The years don't comfort me
The shouts don't give me hope
So I sit still and I wait
For the day god takes me away
The day I have no worries or no pains
The day I rest under a bed of roses
The day my heart stops beating
Is it sad, that my only hope, the only thing I have on my mind, the string that holds me is death?
Reema
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   Paul Hardwick
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