If by taking a momentarily recant, would you commit me to treason
My thoughts conclusion would only draw a blame
You drew deep breath, blowing out our flame
Pathetic I be, for the worthless way I complain
Inside a massive bleakness, my feelings are proclaim;
With blind eye daggers, my cause was nothing but pain
Expecting found sympathy defines me totally insane
But an ignorant twisted season left something far more broken than wreathen
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