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This is my poem but I don't have a title for it, I cannot place a title on my hearts work.

Each day passing feels so cold,
So empty wearing down on me,
With each day passing one good day,
Is something I would like to see,
But even though the sun is up,
The day won't fail to let me down,
There is nothing worse, this happiness,
Is something I have never found,
I hope you underdstand,
This heavy stain upon my soul,
And even though I try to see,
These chains on me I can't break free.