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All I hear is pain lies and destruction from those I have loved in the past 

With a blade named depression used to make cuts of or pain is now covered in my blood that will be used for my own demise 

With these cuts that mark up my body the tears in my eyes with black dye will poison the growing in which they land on 

While on the other side another story lies 

While all I hear is love compassion and kindness’s from those I love 

With Cupid’s arrow shutting me with all love 

With flowing growing high in the morning sky the smell a sunny day with the  feeling of joy in your wake 

Two side of one human broke and misable lay the bed of death for those eyes to Barstow apon 

While joy and bueaty lays the down breezy of the oceans waves  in a peaceful day