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Aug 2013
I've died inside,
A soul once pure.
Life has hit me,
So much pain I endure.
It's hard to stay strong,
When the light of day is dim.
Day to day,
I expose a fake grin.
For true happiness,
My need is in dyer.
But much hatred,
Is all I acquire.
The world has turned it's back,
Again I am alone.
I can't feel love,
With my heart made of stone.
Domenic
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