The strain on my eyes, a result of tonights, rounds of cries.

Round tweleve, the agony of being set free,

yet again,overwhelming me.

The all to familar feeling,by now i'm convinced,

as my eyes again winced,

there's no chance of healing.

A sharpe pain near my heart, surely, a piece tore apart,brokeoff or shutdown,

forever, lost or deceased,never to be found or revived, a part of myself has certainly died,

the strain on my eyes, a result due to how suddenly,

i lost my love, gf/wife, an important part of my life, chrystal dudley

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