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Just an experimentation in verse |
| tired, sickness Feelings damaged, and pride lost All on my own nothing more out of grasp-life slips by put me away give me a bed-allow me to lie Touches warming coolness in breeze slowly morning mind becomes at ease now, not so forlorn now, not broken or receiving my scorn All can be whole again but lest not lost broken minds can shine brightly suffering the cost |