Biblical Breaking
My faith is gone, I do not believe.
You were my rock, but only to decieve.
This heavy burden on my shoulders,
Pressed down like a thousand more.
I won't let go.
I won't forget.
This memory has stained my heart,
And still I don't regret.
No more sorrow.
No more pain.
I'll trade my tears,
For one last rain.
Far from whence I came,
As the one left behind.
I've broken through this haze...
But broken through my mind.
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