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Dried Tears...
Birth.
Youth.
Lust.
Envy.
Love.
Passion.
Hate.
Death.
Ascention.
Life.... such a strange thing
some are born.. useless
others born as Kings....
to decide... the fate
of others......
Some sisters, moms
Dads... and Brothers
While.... everything has a purpose
I can't find a point in life
Laying down..
Since I have nothing to stand up for
The ground... is softer then
my bed... death would be a favor
Instead of....
Laying here... with this sour flavor
of Death in my mouth...
Taking deep Breaths.....
Life... somehow over since..
Nothing is left...
Pain... pointless as it would seem
Trying to discern the difference
between Reality and a dream
I'm lost within myself
Blessings....
Hide on the shelf of my sins
With... loved ones
Who torment me with
memories of when they were alive
but now... they found a way to die...
So from my brain.. I watch my minds eye cry
Sustained.... is the suffering I pertake
as I look unto this world
I realize.. my life may have been a mistake
Birth.
Youth.
Lust.
Envy.
Love.
Passion.
Hate.
Death.
Ascention.
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