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[poet_at_heart]

Run up that hill.
Scream at the top of your lungs;
turn your tear streamed face towards that cruel sky.

I won't help you.
This pain is something you carry;
I can't and won't lift it of your chest.

Grasp that opportunity.
Hit them straight in the face;
curse and demand answers to every mystery you know.

No one but that sky!
That God who took away your happiness;
will be able to answer you.

So I'll just stand here.
Watch you tear your life to shreds;
just like your beloved did.

Cursed twins.
Are the whispers in the night;
cruel and knowing.

They'll answer you.
When you finally realize;
when you finally ask that one question.

How do I live my life?