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tears of fire run down


tears of fire run down my cheek leaving skid marks i try not to remember not to care your words are knives piercing my skin your slowly killing me what hurts most isn't the wound but that the wound came from you you left scares words are piled up on me they are all i see left i have no body i am a bank overflowing with hate life is not worth living slowly sinking into a deep dark sleep no one cares no one stands up darkness consumes me hate is the inspiration it drive me insane judge by differences, appearance, personality i am who i am i am strong to endure the pain but
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