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Once again, in a world of pain,
It seems my life is a horrid lie,
I live not, just struggling in vain,
To experience love before I die,
Though we walk, we speak, we breathe,
We are not living in our hearts,
Our emotions have been sheathed,
While our minds destroy the arts,
I live alone, for she I love,
Is barricaded from me by authority,
Wrongly given to those who shove,
Around their false superiority,
You see me young,
You see me immature,
At least I know how to use my tongue,
And speak against this torture,
To her I ask forgiveness,
For the tears on that face,
Brought my heart to sadness,
Yet blame everywhere misplaced,
For I believe it my fault,
Oh how I long that to be so,
No suffering to be taught,
To you I wish to know,
I hate this feeling of knowing nothing,
About the one you love so much,
I wish my potential worth something,
For my hope is on a crutch,
I sit and beg and pray to God,
That you will not suffer as I have,
Because silently I sit and nod,
My soul is split in bitter halves,
Though if I learn that you're alright,
And hear you voice once more,
I can once again sit that night,
And feel this pain nevermore,
For I wish to live with you again,
You are so much more than another friend.