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the wieght of love
the smokey room engulfs my sorrow
with a heavy heart i forget tommorrow
before it has even begun
the lies run black, pain runs deep
dirty tears run down my cheek
as i fight for the respect i'd once won
with fury greater than a winter storm
i turned the iciest heart warm
but not without paying its toll
the hot intensity i brought
undoubtedly begot
an emptiness inside my own soul
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