Endings. Midnight winds upon broken hearts, He was not a new beginning nor a new start. Eyes red from crying,skin pale and dim, For he thought he was alone, though he had a kind kin. The note on the table, the belt on his throat, Because of one person his end was stripped of a coat. The way they spoke, the way they teased, It went right to his heart, yet they don't seem so pleased. If someone gives you a lighter and you burn a house down, Whose fault is it truly, for both a mother would frown.
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