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*Hurting Me*


Looking out the window staring with blindness eyes are sore and bleeding cant figure out why you do this. Screaming through the pain letting you hurt me from inside words are cutting through my skin you still do it through all my cries. With all the hate you shout at me all the bruises scared for life i still stand tall in front of you letting you know i aint dieing without a fight.
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