| broken into pieces on the floor with scratches and scars that are sore this is not real it�s only in my mind but this world it cannot be kind but it pushes me so much so far this world itself can be a painful scar only dreams can take me away from the painful words that you say so small, so fragile i am but now nothing can save me from every slam its getting dark and my eyes start to close a lonely grave with not even a rose |
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| Must everything i have require reason, the mind seldom needs reasons for cause to action... |