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[gorgan8]

I wither ...
we todder...
words of hate thrown as fodder
back and forth
in a child's playground
i stand alone...
crying in side
though my face is stone

i want to..
. can't reach you..
my wandering thoughts beseech you
the reasons... are treason...
this time i fell undone

everything there is gone
why must i linger on...
in sickness and betrayal
why so destined to fail ..
a popper just hopeful
worried afraid and woeful

i want to..
. can't reach you..
my wandering thoughts beseach you
the reasons... are treason...

distracted and ill
bitter and lacked in will
all we had was unmade
in his hands all life laid
friend... kin... betrayed