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The Stroy of our Sin
were here one day but gone the next
we live our lives and celebrate our death
some will just smile and carry on
some will frown and hope they drown
but were the ones who pass you by
were the ones who dont know life
we breath the poison of our peers
we swim in a sea of lies and fears
every time we get a cold stare
we pretend that we dont care
but inside we feel all alone
a pain of wandering on our own
we suffer through our lives
and yet we never know why
we reach for that golden knife
and look down with a smile
now the torture shall end
and we'll commit one last sin
we look up with a single tear
as we face our greatest fear
this is so awesome you write
this is so awesome you write great poems.
Well said. Looking within is
Well said. Looking within is the way to heal I believe. Communing with the heart to heal the pain. One can do wonders to heal themselves, but it does take work. There's not a magic wand. We have to be involved in our own healing. It's a matter of choosing love over fear. Love for our own hearts and souls and trust that healing is possible.
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