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I sit with myself and wonder about a lot,
Alone with my mind, thought after thought.
The world doesn't look so colorful anymore,
Nothing excites me and everything is a bore.
Yet I continue looking for my euphoric place,
Perhaps I will find it soon and get some space.
A small piece of my heart is holding onto hope,
Hoping I would climb up and not cut the rope.
I myself, do not know why I am still holding on,
When everything I've ever loved is now gone.
The colors of my soul have long ago drained,
All that is left is darkness and a heart so pained.
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Poems For The Pained Heart
PoetryYou've made it this far so let me tell you a story, About life in this age with all of it's pain and glory. It's been a long journey, it's been a long road, It's been so tiring, you want to go on sleep mode. But wait just a little, just a bit long...
