My tears I cannot hold
My soul has been sold
.
I've never thought that a bride,
My heart into pieces, could divide
.
Since that day I'm feeling cold,
"You've grown up" I've been told
.
You cannot be satisfied
Mate, why'd you kick me outside?
.
Why you treat me like a strange?
Why THE HELL did you change!?
.
Why'd you save me from the cell,
And threw me down far in hell
.
Do I deserve what's happening to me?
I just need some answers from thee
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Hey, I'm sorry this book is little upsetting, this is how I feel -_-
Hope you enjoy reading this poem (:
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