Why does sadness weep within my pores?
What ever I see is immediately absorbed
It seeps in deep and swallows me whole
Like a wormhole, nowhere to go
I ache for solitude, to be left alone
I can’t even return now, there is no home
Torn away, ripped as a page from a book
My innocence is gone, it has been took
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