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NO MORE TEARS


A path of self distruction

since the day that I was born

and it doesnt matter where I go 

for I was meant to morn

 

And through it all Im justified

with gifts beyond the rest

and like the twisted path that leads

I know its all a test

 

Roses wilted on the floor 

holds loves undying spell

but only for the fortunate 

who cant see past the veil

 

Still I was born with a sight 

that most will never know

Im cursed to see the lie before

the truth begins to show

 

Lonely is the life of all 

who choose to see beyond

any chance of happiness 

has long been dead and gone

 

But do not shed a single tear

of sadness for my pain

for its this exact emotion 

from which my wisdoms gained

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