You don't give a damn
until it's too late.
By then I'm all but gone.
You too easily speak
words of hate.
Who cares if you are wrong?
My soul is broken,
battered and bruised.
My heart is burned black as coal.
You cannot mend
what you have used,
nor the spirit that you stole.
You cannot undo
the damaged days.
You cannot make things right.
All you can do
is change your ways.
I've given up the fight.
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