Torn

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The wind blew back my hair, 

Combing through the strands with care;

I ran and ran as far as I could

My heart racing more than it should.

Thoughts swirled around in my head

About the funeral, how my husband was dead;

I cried and cried hard as I let myself go,

If I leave now, then no one will know.

I'm torn between two fates, I can't decide

As the tears prickle and fall from my eyes

I choke and choke on the water drowned,

I like this music but I hate the sound.

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