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Anguish steaming tears fall upon your inner grace.

Your soul weeps and wallows in the pain.

Its the last straw you say.

But the hay stack gets bigger and bigger.

And the needle goes deeper and deeper into your heart.

I won't let you fall in vain.

But your veins are popping out whenever you speak of that sad day, when you let out that horrored cry.

'Cause you realized there's no forever.

Just a long list of tomorrows.

So you swore to me that its the last time.

That you'll ever hear misery's cry.

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