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<written Feb 2, 2012>
The Warmth of my heart has broken
and now i lye here frozen in this black funk i now call home
i shall decorate it with my deepest regrets
lost loves and false hopes
for those who enter i caution you one thing
you will not come out without being depressed or depreived
of live, love, happiness and everything good
It will all be gone, it will all be the same
for i and the ones who came before
there will be no hope
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