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Death By: Ida Matilda Wright Sometimes feels inviting Its arms waiting to take away The pain that's too strong To even say To be without the tears The sobs of your own voice Feels your broken heart with your worst fears Would be a likely choice Love feels so neglected Feels as though you've turned to stone By another's words-pain projected And you feel so alone If the sun never rises I wish I could care Maybe if my heart was soft Maybe if my love I had never shared Maybe if I were loved too As much as I loved you
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