The King's Wrath

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I  let you define my happiness.
You filled me up with sadness.

You came in and took away my light.
Left me nothing but the sad sound of the night.

You're  the recurring tsunami.
I drowned and drowned in your tragedy.

I tried to reach out but there was nothing there.
My lungs were filling up with waters and despair.

My world went black, silent and dead.
"I thought this was over." I said.
As I hung my head.

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