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Heartache
For one too many a heart broken For one too many a tear fallen I am the beacon of pain For in the end, we’re all the same For one too many a heartache For one too many a false wake There is a pool of redemption Crying over our futile questions We are but lost souls Swimming in bile pools Lusting after the void And in our hearts we avoid Love in its purest form And refuse to conform
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