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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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