Love is blind
My how da years have past I thought dis rain would of ended but all it ever done is last I still can't sit back n laugh n wen I try to smile my face crack like thin glass my how I try to grasp Da concept but every thought dat comes to play only runs down my face with a jagged stab my word become picture n images u can see I tell story through my eyes dat only those who wish to believe my how do I surpass dis pain and anger as my wasted skin laid there festering waiting for death angel destruction at it best oh how I love to be at da mercy of my last breath as I let it out in dispare waiting for change wanting n longing for new ways I've lost my sight n fever I'll remain alone in da dark blind so I guess I've been robbed n da fact of truth is da saying dat love is blind
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