I can not run,
I can not hide.
For the pain comes,
From deep inside.
My last hope has,
Been blown away.
Not much is left,
Nothing to say.
As I become,
An empty shell.
My dead heart burns,
In living hell.
I want out, but,
I must stay in.
Though promises,
Start to wear thin.
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