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Hi, Raynolds

 If so, I will pray

So all to a delight of soft paths

My worries vanquish

And never must i drown in anguish

But if so, i will pray.


Does God hold favor for I

Depressed and unkind

I bet he tires of me now 

Same prayers of exhaustion

Must i just curl and die 

He never sends back an angel

One to deem a keeper  

So I await the reaper 

Under the scenes of bloodied skies

Where his lust for souls lies

And i neither proud nor afraid

This is where my soul is laid

These sands of broken shattered hearts

I recognize some to be my own

But a heart too broken can never be mended

So i look upon hell

Cast a spell, curse the demons 

They who bound my life and soul to such miseries of this earth

I curse the one i told i loved 

And whispered my love to them

I curse the bruises and faded scars on my neck

For healing and letting me go beyond that day

I curse you, for reading this, and not asking me if i am okay.     


Say Raynolds?

Do you wish to die...?

What drama

You're like a child

Yearning for a love that replicates that of his mother

You're unlovable

Kind and yet desperate

You're a mess

Write your poems

Somewhere else.


    


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