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Apr 2018
The wounds cut too deep
My heart; too easily leaps
This ******* is tearing me apart
Time to sell my already sold heart

I grab my iron words
My flightless birds
This steel mask
Is filled with stronger poison than any flask

This natural high
Makes me feel alive
Why do they care
Stop me, they dare

No more crying
No more lying
I will rise again
Merciful heart for a murderers brain
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