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I fall for the hope-less the damaged the brusied.
The needed the controllers like meat im used.

They twist my heart till i can bleed no more
they deny my worth they rot my core.

My tears drops are blood drops my soul exposed
my eyes are open but my mind is closed

my fears are played oout before my eyes
and i wish i could leave you and rest in the skies

forver and always to be alone
no more pain to haunt this home. 

Posted: 2011-10-17 14:35:14 UTC

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