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May 23
When will i let my burning fire
Breathing
With the water from the
Ceiling
Dropping slowly kills me softly
Until i spit it out coldly

I want to have something to love
Why must i suffer from the sorrow?
I want to know that i have hope
Why can't i wish to live tomorrow?

Oh, what a price
For a man to be loved
My soulless eyes
Torn hearts as i hope
Will my misery
Leave and let me go?
Written by
Sunny
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