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Jan 2019
But there's a thing I'd like to know
How do you save a broken soul?
How do you take the pain away?
How do you live for one more day?

For this heart that once was made of steel
Has lost it's strength and cannot heal
Cause all those wounds had cut too deep
And all those nights she secretly weeps

She had fancied death cause she was so tired
For everything to stop was all she desired
But it never did, and it never will
Cause maybe pain was all she's meant to feel

— The End —
Written by
Mira  20/F/Philippines
(20/F/Philippines)   
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       Fawn and Glassmuncher
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