in my heart, lies the person I regret,
comfortability to the ways of my pain,
waiting for there enjoys, but hating,
who I am, you never see,
broken parted hearts of me,
cover up your eyes with the sun,
of a person worth dying for,
but even that one day too will die,
and I will no longer have to lie,
in the beds of my joy, my agony
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