Ramble
I close my eyes and try to
sleep,
so maybe that way I won't
weep.
The pain inside from a past
life
are giving me an enormous amount of
strife.
It won't leave and transfers into my
relationships with other
people,
and they all eventually come to a
steeple
of agony and end in a very bad
way,
which makes me not want to try another
day.
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