Sunday, November 1, 2020

FITN43

When all you have left are the memories of what might have been.
You turned your back, walked away, carved into your soul,  another sin.
The ache burns hotter than the fires of hell.
To the Devil, your soul you can’t sell.
Live with the mark, branded by yourself.
No happiness or peace, that which is truly wealth.

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