The day
They die
Isn’t the worst
It’s every day
That follows
With nothing left
You exist, bereft
As your heart
Hangs empty
And hollow
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
The day
They die
Isn’t the worst
It’s every day
That follows
With nothing left
You exist, bereft
As your heart
Hangs empty
And hollow
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
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