Some more of Pain is Art...
If I cried would you hold me, as tears cascade down my face?
If I died would you mourn me, wrapped in deaths embrace?
If I screamed would you listen, as my anguish is expressed?
If I bleed tired of living, would you love me any less?
It was light when he opened his eyes, the sun shining down, though he could have
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