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Submitted:Mar 18, 2009    Reads: 79    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   


HisTired Heart.
His heart is like a bottomless pit.
Of darkness and despair
In his room he always' sit's
It's his fortress it's his lair
Soon his sadness will lead to hate
He soon will see no ending to his pain
This depression will ceil his fate.
Soon his un-happiness will consume him to madness.
Where no light can touch him.
He doesn't understand what he's doing.
He only see's what he feel's
Only he can bring himself from the darkness.
I can only pray that he see's it
Before it's too late.

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