A Blessed Curse

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Why does this heart posses my downfall? Falling victim to your world, this heart not hard to miss.

The pains are great when abandonment pierces my soul, these tears that drop, drop for you.

The bigger they are the harder they fall, which is the reason why I live, live under the shadow of torment.

Because of size more emotion flows from this heart of mine, oh how people embrace it, oh how I hate it, this blessed curse.





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