
REGRETS
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degas 
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Posted: 25 October 2003 Word Count: 68  | 
	
	 
			
 
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SWOLLEN TORRENT OF PAIN SURROUNDS MY HEART
EVERLASTING TURMOIL STRIKES FIERCE
TO FIND SOLACE IN A CORNER, DEEP AND DARK I WEEP.
A HUMBLE HUMAN WHO HAPPENED UPON LIFE.WRONGLY.
WHAT PROPERTY OR GIFT DO I PRESENT MYSELF WITH?
I AM A BEING,EMPTY AND TIRED.
CONDEMNED, MY FADING FREE SPIRIT TAKES
A VOYAGE UPON OPEN PLAIN,
SPREADS SILENTLY AND ENDLESSLY BEFORE ME
UNKNOWN PROMISES TO MYSELF,I FAIL TO HOLD.
EVERLASTING TURMOIL STRIKES FIERCE
TO FIND SOLACE IN A CORNER, DEEP AND DARK I WEEP.
A HUMBLE HUMAN WHO HAPPENED UPON LIFE.WRONGLY.
WHAT PROPERTY OR GIFT DO I PRESENT MYSELF WITH?
I AM A BEING,EMPTY AND TIRED.
CONDEMNED, MY FADING FREE SPIRIT TAKES
A VOYAGE UPON OPEN PLAIN,
SPREADS SILENTLY AND ENDLESSLY BEFORE ME
UNKNOWN PROMISES TO MYSELF,I FAIL TO HOLD.
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