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My blackest river -of pain, and suffering-

Is in my heart.

I don't know why everything's this way, but

This must set me apart.

Once I had a freeflowing river of happiness,

But now it's all vanished into thin air,

Everything that I lvoed went with it -with him-

Go with the wind, this life is not fair.

I'm swimming now in this grimy filth of my own doing

Searching, searching for wt I LOST

Our lives, our love, he's gone away- and now...

I have no life.