And in the end..
It's the pot at the end of the rainbow that's always empty.
Lifeless in its existence like a shade that has never felt the brush;
Every drop of sadness colluding the heart even more so;
Until one day all things warm goes cold.
Like a thunderstorm it rages ,
An urge that surges from deep within till you taste lead on tongues tip;
Feelings that make one trip,
Ripping you from the inside till you cant take any more stitch.
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