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I have no soul I have been cored harshly like apples ready to be sauced The only things in my life I willed to keep were stolen away Too afraid to do it myself could Kevorkian help me out? Oddly, after all the talking I've done, I've no fight left Just tears of self-pity Two innocent lives will relive the cycle of my life Due to the meddling of a horrible girl Too obsessed with her own gain to realize their loss If there were a God, He would strike her dead If I were God... Those things are better left unsaid.
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
Reliving The Cycle Of Abuse
I have no soul I have been cored harshly like apples ready to be sauced The only things in my life I willed to keep were stolen away Too afraid to do it myself could Kevorkian help me out? Oddly, after all the talking I've done, I've no fight left Just tears of self-pity Two innocent lives will relive the cycle of my life Due to the meddling of a horrible girl Too obsessed with her own gain to realize their loss If there were a God, He would strike her dead If I were God... Those things are better left unsaid.
This one hits me hard. The original title was a name. I will be the better person this time and give it a different title.
#love#sad#pain#sadness#mother#children#hopelessness
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
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