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There is no feeling in their heart
There is plenty of tears that are left to cry
Although one would say how dramatic this is
They can't help but feel this way
They yearn for someone to explain
To help them understand the feeling of pain
There should not be a reason for one to feel this way
But they can't help but punish themselves
As if it would be repaid for the problems created
So they cry and weep but people look away
And no one notices how the shine in their eyes fades away
So they do what they believe is the most reasonable action
They make sure that it was no accident
And the last words they think while that are on the brink of death are;
'I hope that it's worth it'.

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