Grave Mistakes

Breaking glass shatteres on the floor,

My life I can feel no more,

every action a stone,

every tear alone,

thundering evermore.

I try to escape,

to drown out the hate,

to undo what I have done,

but alas it tears, out

all of my hairs,

the hateful things ive done.

 

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