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End Result

I'm sick of these tears
That slip down my cheeks
Tired of these holes
Being cut in my heart

I hate contrast of
Bright past 'gainst bleak future
And despise the pit
Settled deep in my gut

This purposeless-ness
Leaves me feeling worthless
No longer vital
To any existence

My eyes are darkened
They still remain covered
Though life's bright to others
Me, light I can't see

Do not pity me
This fate is a nightmare
That's how I got here
Pity of those I loved...



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