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lost soul

broken heart

16 March
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by Edgar Allan Poe (1830)

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Im a lost, confused, broken child thats lived a life full of hate, pain, and death...
i've lost my dreams and my hope, i live for the few people i hold close to me. i wish i could get them to forget about me because then i no i could die with out putting them through the pain of death, one pain i no all to well.

to the world:
you broke my heart as you watched me fall apart... lost in your own lies, to blind to see the pain in my eyes.