Oh my creator, why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel?
Am I convicted to a heart that is endlesly shattered?
Whether by the light of the rising sun or the fading moon, is my destiny to be perpetually cast aside? For every taste of affection I am delt with the blow of a maelstrom of suffering sorrows. Is that but all my destiny holds? A life I curtail every waking moment for fear of facing the life after alone.
Am I convicted to a heart that is endlesly shattered?
Whether by the light of the rising sun or the fading moon, is my destiny to be perpetually cast aside? For every taste of affection I am delt with the blow of a maelstrom of suffering sorrows. Is that but all my destiny holds? A life I curtail every waking moment for fear of facing the life after alone.
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