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A haunting of my soul born of despair
There is no cure, just the need to endure
The unspoken words held tightly secure.
Ripped out my hair in hopes of being fair;
Only doubt dares to stay in this game we share.
Rows of silent tacit sins lay clear claim,
There can be no defense to all the shame;
Words can't find their way when all is unfair.
But, still left unable to comprehend the pain
A time of rest from all tests is best
As grief strikes harder than an acid rain,
Left stuck on a fence like a depressed guest.
With a need to abstain from all the strain
Until redemption comes like a child blessed.



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