Truth To Be Found

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Inevitable circumstances caused by pain,
Standing out side as the sky cries rain.
Waterfalls of hope spill out my gut,
Stuck in my tracks lost in a rut.
Emptiness fills the air in which I breathe,
Nothingness gathers in the pit ready to deceive.
Feeling so sure once again,
Standing upside down room spinning I count to ten.
The world deteriates beneath my feet,
I cry to the heavens feeling so beat.
The mirrior shows an old picture to last,
I cry knowing that that was in the past.
New begginging I'm a new me,
Words cutting deep letting me see.
I now know the truth that I was so long blinded from,
Pouring another cup drowing in red rum.
Life is hell and hell is life,
Cut me up with your master's sythe.
Burried me deep six feet underground.
Lost you call me? Darling, I was never found.

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