When life loses its allure
Its beauty it fails to charm me
My thoughts become forlorn
And rapture shuns me again
How many pains must I endure
Before my soul is completely dead
Crushed by mere words, no never again
I lay here clutching open wounds
The trickle of blood I'm drowning inside
The bleakest winters embrace my soul
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