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I used to believe ...

I wanted to shout
I wanted to cry
But I buried my sorrows
In the depths of my soul

Couldn’t stop - a tear or two
Didn’t let - the sighs to flow
I bear the pains - in my heart
Hiding the wound - that still bled

No one to heal - no one to care
Wanted to talk
But no one was to listen
Loneliness did griped - my mind

Confusion was – hard to define
I still do - remember that time
I used to believe – in life . . .

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