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In The Waiting Hour
Inspired by a short story written by: Ria
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Lonely Way


I scream for someone,
to hear me at all.
But for all I know,
they don't hear my call.

The blood around me,
marks the truth.
I have taken away,
all of my Youth.

My pale body,
laying in your arms.
I have no life.
No more of my charms.

As tears run down,
your soft face.
I die a little more,
and feel out of place.

I beg you to stop.
Let me take it all back.
But if I do not,
Hope I will lack.

But it's too late,
so move on with your lives.
I shall miss you as well,
For my love will survive.
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