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Striving and toiling all my life, my only solace was a heartless knife. Days and days spent bathed in blood, only for sad thoughts to come and flood. Eaten by guilt my soul weighs heavy, anger rages forth from a broken levee. Years spent searching for a kindly ear, but no one near.
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
To Cut Deep
Striving and toiling all my life, my only solace was a heartless knife. Days and days spent bathed in blood, only for sad thoughts to come and flood. Eaten by guilt my soul weighs heavy, anger rages forth from a broken levee. Years spent searching for a kindly ear, but no one near.
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
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