poem 45

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My soul is being corrupted
by the hate of other's fear
drowning it in same part

To the time of hard
but that's where it all starts
going back in the past

where it crashes
all of this that has lasted
break down to the

part of being their of
hope and tears
as i turn back

to where i was last be
forgotten by the hate
of thoughts who

tore me a part
shatter to be heard
of a broken soul

that fades to be sure
of who be their
who even cared?

My soul has be come
distorted beyond repair
crashing down fated to be

The one that takes the fall
the one that be hurting
most of all don't

forget who has been the one
that has been hurt the most
the dream are cures to be

Forgotten forever be heard.

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