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The Wrenched Soul

Maybe it's the blood Maybe it's the scar Maybe it's the gap Or the bar That led me back To this place of insanity I am a wrenched soul Among humanity For I know what I do And how it hurts others But I am a selfish bastard So I keep on until dusk it smothers
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Written by
parker-blackwood
Published
Jan 6, 2016
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#suicide#depression#insanity#soul#selfharm#selfishness#bastards
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