Accompanied by a wounded heart
And a wounded soul
Today I have broached a new start
Yet the past has taken its toll
Bottomless treasure trove
Or an empty beauty
A life packed up and unable to use the stove
I must learn to discard the high-brow, and displace the connotation of moody
Together we are out of tune
Heathered by gravity
No longer will there be you and me
I'll get better; eradicate all of my depravity.....How about you?
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