Slow, slower...& even still more slow
Invincible I was--no emotions to show.
I was now crumbling; the pain had won.
The tears were coming; what had I done.
The pain was so great, it stormed my eyes.
My soul cried from the core; my heart dies.
Everything I was is now reduced to terror
But worse were the ways I had hurt her.
The crying I could not stop, the pain too deep
I could not confine dismay, nor composure keep.
Let tears stream with their downward flow
Drain my soul; its my fault, yes, I know.
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