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May 2011
O, I'm a *******.
But, that's what's left of me.
The only thing alive inside,
is what I'm bleeding.
Just close your eyes, baby,
and maybe, what you'll see,
is that this black is freer
then you could ever be.

I open myself,
to let the life seep.
The life that screams inside,
even when I sleep.
There is no place to hide tonight
when I'm dreaming.
That's where I found you, girl,
this darkness I'm receiving.

But, when I let go
of my give a ****.
It's like you were there,
to bring me back up.
To push me back down,
into the ground,
deeper then before,
my tainted *****.

When you look up,
at my wilting face,
I'll shower on you,
with such disgrace.

Then we'll play in the fountain...
The water we spat in.

I am evaporating,
But, I will rain down again.
So don't waste your tears.
Because everything is so Divine,
but Wretched at the same ******* time,'
don't waste your tears.
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