This weary heart of mine, suffocating.

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What is hope to this lonely soul of mine,
But an ember burns just for a moment,
As it gasped the air burning up slowly,
Yet, a bucket of water washed it down,

Countless of times, repeating cycles,
This weary heart of mine, suffocating.

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