heartless
I've lay here seven nights and I can say It doesn't get easier. We once shared a bed A life laid before us interrupted Replaced with the bitter sting of remorse Home is where the heart it but I cast mine Rended it from my chest as to feel less Pain, torment, love. I know I was correct But that makes no dent to the state I'm in
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