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As I lay my head down,
In my freshly fallen tears,
Thinking of those blackened years
And what has yet to come,
I never get past this placid moment
Like an on going nightmare
So bare, and so dirty
I can hardly breathe as new tears start to fall,
Forgotten and silent, but so full of bitterness,
Is such anger and sorrow a sin?
My life won’t seem to begin,
I know I’ll make it through another day,
But will I make it past this frame?
Life is such a bitter game.