My heart cry out through the darkness of night as my body sink into the cold lonely bed thoughts of better days race in my head. My pillow catches the tears that run from my face, im only 30 years old but still I dream of better days. The taste of fear and shame fill this temple where my soul dwell, peeking over the the edges catching a glemps of hell. Though they say the sun will shine I still dream of better days. Who shall take my place after im done leading the way?
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