Reaping

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I wish it reached my soul
I wish it killed my bones
I wish it reaped my heart
I wish it took the voice from my tones
If it only reached me soon
I wouldn't feel this way
It could reap me now
Make my feelings go away
I wouldn't have to worry
About the ends and starts
Only that my mind
Would be ripped to a million parts

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