Worthless

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Love

Stinging tears hold my eyes hostage
My realizations are fatal
Only soothed by promises of slow death
In the guise of living
Each moment becomes earth shattering
Milk and honey bring heartache
Fear clings like oil on water
To my assertions of hope and faith
When the blackness begins to consume
My heart will ignite
No hope will spare me
For neither life nor death
Nor anything else
Could ever hold worth to my soul
Without you

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