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we all crave to feel so happy,
to look forward to something at the start of the day,
and to end the night with warmth and peace in our heart,
But what happens when we do not feel or receive what we crave?
Pain. That's all that lingers in our heart.
Enough pain to wipe every little piece of happiness thats left inside of us.
Enough to make what was once such a beautiful heart into a lifeless empty vessel.
Suffering everyday, screaming so loudly that no one can ever hear your silent cries.
And soon enough we just give up, so tired of fighting our own self.
We throw the towel in, life has won, stolen what was rightfully ours.
So impatient to wait for it back that death finally takes our souls for its keeping with the gift of giving what we endured for all this time, a soul.
to look forward to something at the start of the day,
and to end the night with warmth and peace in our heart,
But what happens when we do not feel or receive what we crave?
Pain. That's all that lingers in our heart.
Enough pain to wipe every little piece of happiness thats left inside of us.
Enough to make what was once such a beautiful heart into a lifeless empty vessel.
Suffering everyday, screaming so loudly that no one can ever hear your silent cries.
And soon enough we just give up, so tired of fighting our own self.
We throw the towel in, life has won, stolen what was rightfully ours.
So impatient to wait for it back that death finally takes our souls for its keeping with the gift of giving what we endured for all this time, a soul.
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