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| "Continuance" I cried so much, My tears are gone, I hurt to touch, For the feeling was wrong, I pity myself, Till I can't see, My hearts on a shelf, Where nothing can be, The stress is high, Above my grasp, In pain am I, Up to my ass, Nothing is right, Nothing is good, I am filled with fright, But is that what I should, I want to scream, And run out the door, Is this a bad dream, Will I fall on the floor, It's not one thing, Or two or more, It's everything, All that and more, This is not the end, Of my painful sorrow, There's more at the bend, OF EACH TOMORROW. Author: Keith Ball |
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