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This poem is a for those who have done something that left them feeling horrible |
| Do not let thine own heart whine. Complain not of the pain that remains in Thine Own Heart. Obtained by the bloodstains on your hands Broken and unspoken, strife in your life. Immersed in guilt you seek a haven whilst Thine Own Heart breaks and Your Soul takes To coerced raves. Bellow not fellow for what you bleakly seek is Confined to Thine Own Heart. |