I call you a thousand times ...

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There's a dagger piercing my black heart,
You left me in a Chasm of Sorrow

I writhe in Pain
but there's no tomorrow

I could mourn you night and day,
But that doesn't bring YOU back to me --

Rather, decay.

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NOTE: It's grief -- loud and clear, a person howling in an abyss of overwhelming unguarded emotion.

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If any question just ask me.

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Good Day . Take care ❤️

Isa

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