Once a garden of beauty, now wilted and torn,
Lies the petals of love that once brightly adorned.
The fragrance is gone, the colors have faded,
A reminder of life that has tragically degraded.
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I sold myself
I sold myself for a moment of peace
Searching for a path of ease
But the weight of my conscience never did cease
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Leaving the spiritual for the mondaine
Loosing all trust and faith
Once bitten and twice again
Falling to my knees with constant ache
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