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in my solitude
Folder:
Morbid Thoughts Flowing in my solitude
I only hear the rain falling
against the window
pane
feeling the wind beneath
the sill
shivering
ripped to shreds
my heart
bleeds
once more to the pain
of living
ashamed of the scars
along
my arms
red
broken skin is all
I have left
I let
the snow falls upon my face
cold
wet
as I am left to ponder
on nothing
but what I have become
what I have been
all
along
an empty shell ...
