THE SARCASTIC PIECES ON THE FLOOR ARE FADING MEMORIES OF THE ONE I ADORE. A VAST OCEAN OF GUILT AND MISRY, LONGING FOR DREAMS THAT WILL NEVER BE. HOPELESS AND LOST AS I BLINDLY STUMBLE THROUGH EVERY WORD YOU SPOKE, ONLY A MUMBLE. THE SEAS NO LONGER CREST UPON MY SHORE, AND MY HEART WILL KNOW WARMTH NEVERMORE, AS COLD AS THE DAY THAT LEFT ME THERE, WITH BROKEN DREAMS I COULD NEVER SHARE, MY EFFORTS WERE MANY AND RESULTS SO FEW, FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, I WILL DREAM OF YOU, IN THE END, I'LL PAUSE AT HEAVENS GATE AND ASK THE ANGELS WHY I DESERVED THIS FATE, AS I WALK ACCROSS THE COULDS YOU'LL KNOW MY PAIN, ON THE DARKEST OF DAYS COME WILL THINK IT IS RAIN.
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