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You Brought Upon My Untimely End

Hatred pulling at me from all sides
Senseless lies, crafted in masterful prose, crafted for my destruction
And soon they will be the end of me

It feels as if others dread to see the joy of a smile across my lips

Have they no mercy? Have their young minds have no mercy? Why must they put end to everything that brings me comfort?

Follow me through this garden of my dreams
Pick flowers of my wishes
Wind blowing gently, sweeps us away
Put our ears to the clouds; listen to the audible screams below
Those are screams of my slow painful destruction



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