Sour
Here I sat all alone broken like a record left under a stone.
My eyes so dry from crying all night long, a shell of a man who has been broken by the one I loved. This house is no longer a place to call home. Here in this dark place, left filling all alone. Love has taken my heart and drowned it in a bitter taste that fills my mouth, no longer able to love because my heart is soured out.
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