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Inside her soul....is where I belong,

but I was weak..never strong.

She tried...i fought,

she cried...i rot.

"

From inside out,

an echoing shout.

Screaming directly,

forever ineptly.

"

Alive but dead,

From what was said.

My skies now red,

and an empty bed.

I once felt heaven.