Pondering over what could occur,
Eyes slowly fall asleep.
Sorry, my soul is not pure,
The pain got too deep.
I recall days of my past,
I think of only two people of that life.
Unfortunately, we didn't last,
This is the thing to make me bleed
without knife.
I will recall many more in my path
But won't already be so glad.
Life has become mess,
I have become mad.
Two people
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