In the arms of sadness I am confined
In my dry tears I drown
So often I attempt to fly to paradise
Only to feel the oppressive hand of gravity pushing me back down
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your death will not help the ones you leave behind as she left you.
and if her death is your concern, maybe there is a lesson to be learned.
you are starting to write poetry, because of her your heart is free.
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your death will not help the ones you leave behind as she left you. and if her death is your concern, maybe there is a lesson to be learned. you are starting to write poetry, because of her your heart is free.