In sorrow and pain, through sun and rain, my heart will slowly wither. A cold dark image enters my psyche down my spine a shiver. To hold a love so deep inside, it slays yer heart and twists your mind. The darkness and light shall fade into the grey, I'm sick i'm cold from lies you told dreading life another day. It's hard to see what you did to me and for that i hold contempt. Yer apologies are taken with a grain of salt, they do not make you exempt...
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