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The shade
Able, she kept
Sorrow she tote
Vacant, she wept
Morrow she wrote
Overfilling our head
Staining the heart
Spilling with dread
Falling apart
The blame that we give
The guilt that we keep
The emotions we live
The fissure is deep
Imperfect deflection
Losing our soul
Imitating perfection
Filling a hole
To live without madness
Dispelling the shade
Overcoming the sadness
Is when we are made
Sorrow she tote
Vacant, she wept
Morrow she wrote
Overfilling our head
Staining the heart
Spilling with dread
Falling apart
The blame that we give
The guilt that we keep
The emotions we live
The fissure is deep
Imperfect deflection
Losing our soul
Imitating perfection
Filling a hole
To live without madness
Dispelling the shade
Overcoming the sadness
Is when we are made
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