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To work for free has a hidden cost. Without credit for your kindness, you possess nothing.
Playing upon my mind.
Torture, not to have you around.
Loss is how it feels.
Circling in my brain.

There’s love in my soul that needs to confront you.
Burning, burning.
This emptiness that has been in my soul is yearning.
Turning, turning.
When will this ever end?

I look upon your picture.
My face lacks a smile.
(I couldn’t approach you, for honors sake)
(Sin versus salvation, heaven, or hell)
I have a constant companion,
The pain.

Playing upon my mind.
Torture, not to have you around.
Loss is how it feels.
Circling in my brain.

I framed you within my art for all to see,
Without reward.
Against my souls yearning I was held in place.
Seething, seething.
You’re sadly just a dream.

I look upon your picture.
My face lacks a smile.
(I couldn’t approach you, for honors sake)
(Sin versus salvation, heaven, or hell)
I have a constant companion,
The pain.

Playing upon my mind.
Torture, not to have you around.
Loss is how it feels.
Circling in my brain.

Playing upon my mind.
Torture, not to have you around.
Loss is how it feels.
Circling in my brain.

There’s love in my soul that needs to confront you.
Burning, burning.
This emptiness that has been in my soul is yearning.
Turning, turning.
When will this ever end?
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