WHY ME?
Why Me? Why my life? So miserable and alone. Everyone I like taking, or in love with somebody else.
Dark soul, black mysterious.
It feels like knives have been jammed through my heart, broken pieces everywhere.
Each piece as a resemble of my pain. As the flames rise, my tears fall.
Draining out the pain tear after tear. Why me?
I ask myself that question everyday, but never received an answer, so I stopped asking!
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