The other day I was a low sunken waterfall. Full of falsehoods, lies, and flaws. I guess that's why she left me hollow like the once nourishes tree logs during fall. The volcano erupted one last time covering my heart with ashen grey smog. Simultaneously this once anchored glacier rolls over me with enough weight to permanently amalgamate me with god. It seems she's teamed with mother nature to make sure my soul permanently terms with pain. I just wish she wasn't blind can't see pass the clouds because of rain.
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