I look up into your light, for you are my Insperation, You help me get along. I'm inclosed in a room with no doors, each day the walls get smaller, every day I am without you I can forget you light, and the hope that exists inside it. I tear off my flesh, I hold up my offering to you. My sacrifice. For you are my insperation, for I need to get along. Now the light I see is empty, no hope within exists. I look into the faceless cieling, (Remember the starlit nights?) I say to myself "It's over," and I wonder why it's done. I offered up my flesh to you, I offered my very heart, And yet you turned your back on me, And yet you took my heart. I shall never forgive you, You denied my essance(once pure). I may have loved you, I may have kissed your feet, but you are not my friend, For once, YOU are not worthy.Birth sign: Pisces
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