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Aug 2010
i am broken
can you feel
your destroying me
i cant keep still

thoughts are racing
my mind is blank
who would have thought
you would use your rank

the places ive gone
the things ive had to see
broke down the bariers
so my eyes could see

searching for hope
in a world of broken glass
marked for a future
certain of death

the razor that sits
beside my skin
will help me be free
help me to win

sometimes i dream
of what it could have been
a world of pretty flowers and
no mention of your sins

the life i am in
is the one i shall stay
i want to break free
but then i wouldnt be me

when i can take no more
i shall warm my veins
cut deep...fall to the floor
Butterfly
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