There is This Feeling
There is this feeling,
remaining Long after i think you've gone.
Lingering...
It won't go away, I fear it's here to stay.
There is this feeling.
Corrupt inside,
jagged, twisted, torn, such emotions here were born.
Festering...
Love, hatred, remorse, They all seem so coarse- so
corrupt inside.
What is this I am feeling?
How can you make me feel, corrupt inside?
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