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Young
My heart is a mess,
This is no guess.
Where is my soul?
That once was whole.
Everything has gone away,
That once made me smile.
The dept we pay...
For human denial.
I plead for assistance,
"Child" they say.
"Young is the word,
You know nothing of pain.
Just stories you heard,
& they are all in vein."
So I lay down my head,
For a night of rest.
I close my eyes,
& dream of the best.
This is no guess.
Where is my soul?
That once was whole.
Everything has gone away,
That once made me smile.
The dept we pay...
For human denial.
I plead for assistance,
"Child" they say.
"Young is the word,
You know nothing of pain.
Just stories you heard,
& they are all in vein."
So I lay down my head,
For a night of rest.
I close my eyes,
& dream of the best.
Published 24th Mar 2013
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25th Mar 2013 4:02am
25th Mar 2013 6:25am
2nd Apr 2013 4:52pm
The dept we pay...
For human denial.
I know you meant debt, just a typo...nice!
For human denial.
I know you meant debt, just a typo...nice!
3rd Apr 2013 2:16am
