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I watch as they plant their fists in his face and bang his head against the wallI just stand there watching because fear makes its way to my body and I run, I run so fast I can't feel my feetThen....All I can think about isIs he alive?Why did I leave him?Fear is the answer
I feel the emptiness in my stomach as I watch you leaveI know you're gone and you will be gone for a long timeAll I can think about isWhy did you leave?What did I do wrong?
my finger tips ice cold as they touch your skinyou were so pale so emptybut your eyesburnt so brighti felt the passioni felt the pain.just bythe look in youreyesthose damn eyes.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.