It's Over
Inside me I cry,
from mixed wounds,,
entangled from feelings,
distracted by you.
And I curse your name,
and the day you where born,
you can take back all of,
your grief strife and morn.
I wont have it,
you wont win,
my heart is guarded,
with no way for you to get back in.
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