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A Broken soul


Having so many Flaws , Wrapping my heart in a black gauze , The world isn't my place to live anymore, As I make my own ways and my own laws, I avoid these distressing heart breaks, As I'm not living for people's sake, And How would I prefer these friendships ? Yet i'm not having a habit to feed snakes, Leaving this shadowy place, Now the time has arrived, With these desolating gaze, I won't survive, A darkest place, Where now I dwell, Look towards me , I'm now a full sizzling hell, My eyes are now muffled in a black coal, A half devil or call me the whole, People call me evil and sinful, Yet I'm just a broken soul !
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