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Pauline Morris Feb 2016
How can I **** myself when I am already dead
Struggling through endless time and this is where its lead
I feel like a zombie, a walking bag of rotting flesh
No heart strongly beating within my empty chest
It's been shattered like fragile blown glass
Falling for an eternity in a bottomless icy crevasse
The hopeless confusion of this life seem endless
What use is existing when there is no fiery love, it all seems worthless
Made to see love's glowing light in other people's eyes
When all mine do is turn red as I cry
As darkness is all that cruises through my vains
Because monsters where my only company, their the only things that came
How I wish I could **** my demons, but I'm already dead

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