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Cold Night

the hussle of leaves and wispers of my tears the chirp of birds are prayers to stop the fears as the moon peep to see my teary eye it will smile to let me stop to cry But how could the cold can pamper my feelings? when i feel the savage hurt that keeps my soul burning! I am dying in pain I am buried with grief I am pearced with heartaches I am thrown to abyss so cold like in limbo all i see is suffering. I know I cannot elevate in pain and its telling that I am not gonna be happy, never again.

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