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A short poem about a poor broken soul. |
| Broken soul... broken by my feelings... Broken soul... broken by my killing... Broken soul... broken by my craving... Broken soul... broken by my raving... I'm in the middle of this, I see no escaping, It's more than my raping I'm more than it is. I know that I'm insane, I am in vain, realising this, I choke and take my pain. I feel like going to my grave, I know that it's more than I can crave, I feel my life inside a cave. Broken soul... broken by my feelings... Broken soul... broken by my killing... Broken soul... broken by my craving... Broken soul... broken by my raving... |
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