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I am so filled with this untamed
Sadness
I cannot place it or name it or
Chase it away and it
Haunts
My darkest hours
To make it so I
Cannot sleep
Or move to kinder thoughts
And I've tried to seek refuge
In others
Or liquor
When I cannot succumb
To the numbness of nothing,
For even the grief of my
Dreams
I will forgive
If they would only take the place
Of this waking torment.
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