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Aug 2010
Downward spiral is how I feel
None of my wounds will ever heal
Out of control and out of my head
Did you even hear what I said?
Marked for a life to be filled with strife
This makes me want to sharpen my knife
But cuts wont fix whats going on in me
I need my wings so I can be free
Trouble that is doubled and making me insane
Nothing I can do to ease the pain
Guilt and fury blinds my sight
In my heart I know this isnt right
a sad little creature I was.
Butterfly
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Butterfly
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