I burden to many...
I hurt to many...
Especially the once that mean a lot...
I am not worth the pain...
I give no gain..
Leave me in this dark room...
So that I can face my doom in peace...
Rebecca
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
Inverno houra Roselia
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And this, And this, And this, And it means Nothing.