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Natasha Smith Jan 2014
Can you hear my heart beat
Is it an empty hole
Filled with nothing but dispair
Is it a pitiful place to keep my sorrow

Can you see my eyes cry like that of a rainstorm
Like a ship out on sea then they capsize and everyone dies

Can't you see that I bleed like you
I know I have my own feelings
I'm just trying to concore my own demons
Then I can express my feelings

So if I am just like you
Then why do you hate me like you do

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