Sometimes it's hard to say how
you feel when your heart aches,
teardrops and your throat dries
from the pain.
Sometimes life becomes harder to
endure, when the most precious,
priceless treasure slips, as sand
in a child's hand.
Sometimes I wished I possessed no heart,
No soul, no mind and life, as my
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