Thin Line

My will is gone...
I have no heart to carry on....
My souls is lost....
Because of all the lies......
My mind bought...
Tortured and betrayed.....
As I lay in this bed I made.. .
Tangled and broken.....
Trapped and confined....
Love and hate really is a thin line..

Baby Hicks
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