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Melancholic Strains…
The house no longer feels mine
 Night after night, grief crosses the line
 Tissues aren’t enough to wipe the wet
 Moist eyes overflow like a jet
 
 I lament for my demise
 I am survived by my disguise
 I leave behind the people and their pseudo care
 Life was just a meager affair
 
 All sounds around me seem to blur
 I try to remember my lively purr
 Everyone around seems to enjoy
 the time of their life overflowing with joy
 
 I have died with every passing hour
 Colossal grief and pain are at par
 I try to blend in with all my might
 If I don’t belong here, why do I have to fight?
 
 It feels like you’ve disappeared into thin air
 Leaving me out here in despair
 Is this just a silly game?
 Was tormenting me your only aim?

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