The Bitter Sorrow remains in vain,
how come all this stays the same?
I'm drowning in pain waiting for this to fade.
I keep my memories high in the skies as my days run dry!
Moments floating in the wind saying "lets go in,"
no need to fear me your just like me.
Upon this knowledge I've received it's time to flee!
Take me Here, Take me There, wait. Where?
That Whisk of Black Air wont be there.
Soon you shall rise and tell its lies,
while standing there with all smiles.
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