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The Burden

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I gazed upon this horror before me;
All is not to be had
If you take what is ours,
With this curse you will go mad

The burden, it lives, within
It tortures your mind and your soul
Punishment for your sins,
In your heart she leaves a hole

In a world of my own,
I can't hear what they say
Thoughts of her burned into your head,
It's the price you will have to pay.






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