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Tethered Souls
Consuming heartache never ends
as years go passing by
A wounded spirit cannot thrive
no matter how they try
When tethered soul mates rip apart
there’re like the walking dead
A mask is worn for all to see
pretense displayed instead
Sometimes the hurting is so bad
the angels start to cry
The overwhelming emptiness
another day we die
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