Without You

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My picturesque life has a twisted frame

No matter how happy I am the warped shell of the past will always be there

The blood has dried but the scars remain

I am no longer knocking at death's door

Yet the path is still familiar

The world will always be a little darker without you

- starr

Another old poem that I recently discovered.

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