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Mar 2015
If you could look at my mind
You would be sure to leave
There is a mess inside
That even I can't understand
If you could look into my soul
You would be sure to run
It's black and dying
Worn out from all the strain
If you could see my heart
You would be sure to flee
Its torn and broken
Barely held together at all
Written by
Chaos
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