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Aug 2010
Dripping torture
Pouring rain
Why did I let you
Cause me pain

My mind is torn
My life cut short
Why did I let you
Use me for sport

My soul was damaged
My crying was from the heart
Why did I let you
Control me from the start

Unused portions
Social distortions
Eat you up inside
Now to me...you have died.
Butterfly
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Butterfly
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