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Oct 2015
My heart is on fire
But by the look on my face
No telling how dire
My honor gone with disgrace
Content with being this liar
I hide wounds with grace
Deserving to be admired
I can't stay in this place
Relief is only a require
Nothing but empty space
This is your empire
I have nothing left to displace
No more to inspire
I can't retrace or erase
No pain in this embrace
Doest hurt,  I'm a liar
As burned skin is scraped
I make it seem as if I escaped
Written by
Derek Wings
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