A Lover's Heartbreak

I bleed the happiness from my soul,

Addiction to exile is taking its toil.

Remorse without pity,

And neglect to the sickly.

Purge away my love for you.

Before I die of heartache,

From this  infected festering heartbreak.

Farewell my sweet, I bid you adieu.

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