VIII

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"Pain"

Oh God, help me,
Help me escape through all this pain,
That has been there since I knew he would never care for me,
All the crying has caused my voice to strain.

What have I done wrong?
Was I not enough?
Though I have waited for this in so long,
I believed you, when you said I was a diamond in the rough.

Yet, I chose to believe the lies that you cover up with that charming smile,
Knowing it wasn't the best thing to do,
You made me run for much more than a mile,
Little did I know the icy cold chambers of your heart was where I was headed to.

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