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The Cold
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Sad\Depressing Poems The cold shoulder you give me
only burns with rage
and burns the ashes
through another page
Forming all of us into actors on a stage
Other than the fake reality we all live by,
we are useles...
we shed our skin and nothing is left.
the heart starts to bleed
in the heed of our need
but do not worry,
the heart is supposed to bleed..
no Purity is left
it is all defiled
we are left to helpe each other die
and kill the souls
of those
who have gone before us..
Unless of course,
they were already torn....
