The death of my heart, the loss of all hope. My soul split apart, I hang by the rope. A rope not of twine, but made of my pain. The joy that was mine, now lost in the rain. The clouds disappear, no sun to be found. I face my worst fear, I fall to the ground. My quest I begin, to seek what was lost. To bring sorrow's end, and heed failure's cost.
Reason for writing:
Pain of the soul.
Birth sign: Pisces
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