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Too Short To Be Named (I suck at titles)

I feel the words in my heart attempting escape
But the words wont depart without awakening the pain
Be it the sorrow feeling of loss or the memories embossed
In my soul or the regret after making a mistake
It’s an agonizing period as I set the words in place
It’s a bitter pleasure that leaves a blood like taste
But nothing beautiful arises without sacrifices
Except what the divine all knowing creates



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