Anguish

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Misery hurt, and heartbreak — your sweetest presents to me
And I stored them in my palace of heart for eternity and free
But my kingdom of compassion withered like an old tree
It screamed with anguish, “No gifts, please. Let me be.”
“But those are my only treasures of us and we!”
It told me I justified pain and hurt and as glory
Love is blind, and therefore, I did oversee
But I promise revenge to my heart; that’s a guarantee.