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Peep Hole To My Dark Soul


I'm a thief An unconscious thief I steal Steal things I don't want to need Things that the necessity was given to me Without warning Tragic. Love with tragedy Reality reads tragedy without love Love without soul Tears without joy Heartless heart beats ready to live a life that is theirs No love lost No love found No love given No love wanted No encouragement No dreams No hope While I was busy stealing a new life You stole all of life's characteristics I fumble around on the floor Trying to put the pieces back together again. They were all empty You breathed all of the life out of them The eyes of life Open wide Shut Blinking blindly Seeing through my soul. Picking every part I've tried to place tactfully back together again. Only to shatter in every bit of hope I have squeezed out of the darkness.
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