Dark and deed it lays
It plays in my sleep.
No kindness does it display.
I try to keep it at bay.
I cry while I lay.
I am stout.
But, their shout lays me out.
I begin to decay.
Far I run, try remember not.
Sullied is my mind
It’s chill through out my soul.
I am bullied by its time.
No place to hide I find.
It is disguised in lies.
My pace slows unkind.
Now it touts my sighs.
Into the mind I belie.
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