My Family Circle


A noose I swing from, with no rescue in sight.
My heart still broken, it bleeds left to die.
A familiar pain, a pain of the past.
A pain that still haunts me and now's been brought back.
Foolishly, believed to be a part of this circle,
but now where I hang,
is alone and outide this circle, to die once again.

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