The End
Erin Warrell
Nights never end,
while days wonder on.
The pain will only bend,
Never break or be gone.
Holding it inside
Only hurts more internally.
In this travesty I hide,
Only wishing you could see.
But the past consumes,
Raging within my soul �
Complicated, shattered looms.
Here this one lies cold.
Unreasonably contrite,
I can not amend �
Regardless of my might,
This truly is the end.
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