Crippled to my knees,
bowing my head,
the rain pours over my offerings,
as blood runs from my head.
Tears mix well with the substances
and neither pain nore happiness will register.
Staring at the picture of my loves,
I swear to them I'd do anything,
Oh how I miss them So!
Carry on a whispered urge,
but it is not my wish.
I wish to...
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