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It just never seems to end

The world doesn’t change

Everything repeats itself

The curse is not yet lifted



My heart is starting to decay

It needs to be healed again

I’m in a very brittle state

Don’t want to be left outside



A garden of black roses

Homeland to the mourners

A feeble person weeping

Silently and alone



There’s no end to this game

All the hope has gone

The heart dying out

The love, leaking dry