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| My Private Hell |
| Slowly, Softly My Mind Wanders Drifting Along Shifting Thoughts I Feel Confusion A Deep Dark Pain I Dream of Wars I Have Fought I Wonder Why I Must Pursue That Which is Lost Cannot be Retrieved And I Cry I Cry so Hard For the Dreams I Had My Heart so Naive |
| I had Thought I Had Fantasized I Believed Heaven Was Really There But Then I Knew When All Was Lost There Was No Heaven No One to Care Times Changed Things Went too Far Life Was Sad No One to Tell Instead of Sunshine There Was Rain Now I Exist In My Private Hell |
| Copywrite 2001 Maria G. Abernathey |
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