Many a Fool
Life is just hard,I don't know in which hand has the good card,
Both of my hands have been charred.
I am lost,
There's such a cost,
For fallen memories that has become frost.
Broken pieces,
Makes large increases,
Only wanting the releases.
Little faith and forgotten trust,
No one keeping lust,
Finding bloodied heart shards under boards made of rust.
Empty and down,
Maybe I don't want to be found,
Said the girl feeling like a clown.
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