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The befallen walls
Along her silent tears
Is a broken heart
yearning to be mended
A shattered soul in search of its pieces
The constricted pain ceasing to fade
with every means of its withering away
And its hole slowly loosing hope
of living and being a part of the inside world
maybe there would be a storm
Erupting and causing mayhem
Till every ounce is lost
In the dungeon of sadness
and into a world of cruelty
some will laugh and point fingers
allegedly increasing the excruciating pain
thereby leading one to misery
They never know
Because tough times never last
but tough people do.
Is a broken heart
yearning to be mended
A shattered soul in search of its pieces
The constricted pain ceasing to fade
with every means of its withering away
And its hole slowly loosing hope
of living and being a part of the inside world
maybe there would be a storm
Erupting and causing mayhem
Till every ounce is lost
In the dungeon of sadness
and into a world of cruelty
some will laugh and point fingers
allegedly increasing the excruciating pain
thereby leading one to misery
They never know
Because tough times never last
but tough people do.
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