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| Sorrow |
2/8/2005
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Sorrow never left me till tomorrow.
Time never kept me in my prime.
Being happy was one thing I never could grasp.
Being alive was another I never knew could last.
Pictures from long ago, snow falling in a forgotten season.
Tears streaming without effort, without reason, memories stolen from a time I'll never know.
After almost a decade I wade into the never.
Heads that sever lock and pull the lever.
The mistakes I made fade as I realize just how my logic disobeyed.
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