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It reachers into my soul,
It tears me apart,
Like I’m a rag doll.
With no real heart.

It rips out my happiness,
And my courage to,
I’m left with sadness,
What can I truly do?

I sit down all by myself,
My eyes start to weep,
All the answers,
I try to seek.

But the truth hurts too much,
And I will never win.
This fight against myself,
It’s a mortal sin.