

PossessionI carry your heart, in my hands I give it back, to make amends I carry your soul, to replace my own I return it to you, so I can go I carry your love, my most treasured possession It will keep me going through my greatest depression I carry your heart, I carry your soul, I keep your love, Yet I must depart from your shining light, towards the darkness, An abyss, threatening to swallow me whole.Possession
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"Every artist was first an amateur" - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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