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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Upon a time once there was a heart, a soul overthrown by fear itself, he wept His past stood up and drew his breath from his very soul, leaving him almost dead Challenging time to preserve the love that flowed toward his path nearing ahead Troubled times, passing heart aches dwelled in his heart where hope was reigned and kept Breaking in all part, even his dreams feared him, he was dead inside All was forgotten, a fake smile substituted the once joyous heart that danced and sang He knew not of hope or ligth to cometh his way any time soon, lost was his self pride His dreams forgotten past the history of rhyme, where it all began with a big bang Death walked beside his shadow, they held hands and purple he became Dark were his hours, it rained all over his soul, soaking in all the floating wrong Yet his heart stood idly still, in some ways it was fortified and it remained strong Dark colors overthrew his colorful way of seeing the world, his dreams were tamed Steping out all love, he sank into depression Seeing not in life to come, but in eternal darkness did he see an answer to his feel A shattered spirit slapped his vile vision The broken yet hard heart looked up and shook hands with bad luck herself, it all was real The ocean holds many buried bones of braveary that death claimed for her joy At the bottom of the ocean lay all the dreams and hopes forgotten Isolation and strife truly made that heart grow rotten It shattred and it only remained in dust, for dust we were and dust we shall be Forgotten, only remembered in the pain that followed him, that dwelled at his everday Falling to the deepest sleep, death herself spoke out Yelling ugly metaphors, expressing her points to the heart that stood strong and not in doubt His King came forth the mountains that shook at his sigth, and gave him a past renewed
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