My poor heart

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The world so cold my poor heart will not stay for thou no one will help them there poor out is breaking into prices help it's washing away all the hate and corruption has destroyed it that poor heart is no more until one day that heart has found poor soul and when those to poor beings became one that made heaven and hell cry out for the being and that being is me my heart and soul no un pure so hurt I am no more then a no body

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