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| You Walked out of my Life I thought I knew what pain felt like, until the day you left. Now I know what it means To die of a broken heart. It is a sickness in my soul And I can�t find any solace I have swallowed pills and alcohol torturing myself with every word of malice. I have searched your closet and drawers, trying to inhale your scent. Other people would think me insane. Maybe I am, do you think? I can�t work, eat, or even sleep. A zombie, that�s what I�ve been made. A creature from some comic book, that lingers between life and grave. I know it will pass in time. But my emotions lay in fear, as I drag your last towel around drowning it with my tears. Life puts us through some torture, every now and then. I guess it�s a cruel test to see If the human soul will painfully mend. |
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