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Love


I don't feel happy but dont feel sad

I feel empty but I don't feel worthless

I hold a gun filled with bullets with a lad  

I beat myself senseless

Yet here I stand with my scars

I am left breathless

The only thing I see are the stars

Fuck life

Fuck living trife

Fuck all the feelings

Fuck all the beatings

Fuck all the lashings

Fuck all the bashings

Fuck all the torture

Fuck this culture

Fuck the world

Fuck the word  


 

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