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Jan 2017
Blood pours, it hurts my eyes
In the darkness, I cannot see
It burns the fear, but anger remains
Takes hold, I cannot control
I see your face, it's blurred red
The smell, that sweet sick smell
Of metal and tears and pain
I want to cry, but the anger I feel
Grows bigger, the darkness forms
Your heart, it's poison buried deep
Twisted and insecure, **** inside and out
If you could love, I'd try to understand
But you will always be afraid
You'll never be me, you'll never win
And neither will I, if I feel anger
My soul forever scarred, like my dreams
Thank you for showing me, how not to be.
Written by
Lucy  London, UK
(London, UK)   
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