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As I sit, my desolate space.
All alone since you left. The pain flows in, but it wont flow out. I feel the darkness welling up inside me Agony and dispair. All the hurt of the world, As you slide the knife in. I thought I could trust. Trust brought me anguish As my soul cries out for release From this hell that is now my life. I keep living this hell, But there is no life in it now. Just moving through the motions, Hour by hour, Day by day. The darkness within has enveloped me The torment tears at my soul Ripping what shreds of humanity I have left I have become an empty shell. Because you only wanted to use You never wanted what you led me to believe All it was to you was a game To hurt, to use, and for personal gain And because of you, and what you did, The darkness of the soul became me.
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