I sold my soul to better days
Happiness was just a tommorow away
Now it seems this pain will never end
Wicked is the sinner who would throw his soul away
Trust me when I say
I am a fool who has sold my soul to better days.
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This Is It Isn't It
PoetryThings I should have said when I had the chance. A assortment of different types of poetry and things.
