poor lost souls
night is when my mind races
horrible thoughts cloud my head
thoughts of death
innocent people
not deserving it
thoughts of broken hearts
innocent people
not deserving it
thoughts of sadness
innocent people
not deserving it
these people walking with shattered souls
with dead like hope
from their loss of love
the world ripping all of it's kindness away
poor poor people
those poor lost souls
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