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| No Longer I've got a hole in my soul And its getting cold I'm feeling fine You won't listen to my plea Won't lend a hand helpfully It's hard to define As I feel my life seeping My heart, my soul are weeping I feel death on my spine I see myself withered and faded Hidden from light dark and shaded From this world I resign By Nate Cornelius (copywritten) |
| Commentary by Author I wrote this poem when I was feeling quite depressed. The first verse had been bouncing around in my mind for a while. So, I decided to finally put it down on paper, and the rest just followed. |
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