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Raindrops endlessly tearing at my soul

There is a need I shouldn't recede

The wind stabs with an overbearing force

I can not stop this internal prop

A fire burns passionately, seamlessly

Time and time again I wonder what SHOULD have been

But the snow covers with relentless ambition

No definition I've lost my keys to the ignition

Overcome
Above the dark

Again and again
It tears me apart
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internal prop
Date: Friday, 9th October 2015 @ 04:27:03 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: dreamy_dreamsickle
To what is real I can't appeal

Raindrops endlessly tearing at my soul

There is a need I shouldn't recede

The wind stabs with an overbearing force

I can not stop this internal prop

A fire burns passionately, seamlessly

Time and time again I wonder what SHOULD have been

But the snow covers with relentless ambition

No definition I've lost my keys to the ignition

Overcome
Above the dark

Again and again
It tears me apart


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