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Dec 2019
A field of pain.
My soul to keep.
Wretched body.
Give me energy.

Stains of this leaves me subdued.
Empty halls echo the truth.
The mind drains in time.
Crawling for the light.

Feelings dim, given day.
Nothing more to say.
My heart refuses to shine.
It will drain in time.
Crawling for the dark.

Save yourself, I hear them say.
Split yourself to know it's real.
Speaking in tongues like you do.
Am I the fool?

What is this you call heaven?
What is this you call hell?

Between both my mind resides.
Till my death.
Written by
Edward  27/M
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