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A Young Heart Filled With A Million Woes |
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Written by Joy B.
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A young heart filled with a million woes,
Sorrow, depression, regret..
All things hard to forget.
Naive mind, pure soul,
Open to all of the unknown and unexplained..
Pushing to the edge of what is sane.
Lost dreams, broken hopes, lows then highs,
Days of hurt passing by.
Needs unmet,
Purposes unfound,
Love unreturned,
Pain growing,
Sorrow overflowing.
Mind foggy with a difficult existence,
Yet the soul is persist,
And the spirit is everlasting,
My hopeful thoughts,
Brake through the crashing.
I believe inside there is a path to free myself of such pain,
I believe this young heart has lessons to gain.
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