Sounds of mourn, Right after a storm, Heard by a soul, In the midst of new year’s dawn. Feelings of loneliness, At sleepless nights, Felt by a heart, Surrounded by brides. Sounds of crashes, Heard during a rush, Heard by a soul, Seated still in a hush. Feelings of fear, In a haunted house, Felt by a heart, At the place she loved. Confused is this soul, Confused is this heart, Forbidden is this soul, Forbidden is this heart, Betrayed is this soul, Betrayed is this heart, unnoticed is this soul, unnoticed is this heart, Blamed is this soul, Blamed is this heart, For the choice they make, To cease themselves, From this life so harsh. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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