One last thing before I go...
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This is no short story,
no tragic novel,
no love song.
This is a lost soul
torn by those she loved
trying to belong.
These are just the thoughts
of lost souls
wandering in the rain.
We exist in destruction,
drown ourselfs in alcohol
and are silenced by pain.
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