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Blind


My skin is dripping

I can still feel their fingers tearing apart my armor of steel 

Everyone i help just stares and no one actually helps me 

There is a hurricane in that water of pool 

But no one seems to notice 

I'm trying to escape but the water is my source of life 

Who the hell is supposed to help me 

How dare you say that to me 

When you beat me down multiple time and still do

I guess my armor is for show now 

It doesnt matter anyway im gonna to just die. 

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