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Painting Pain
I wish I could tell you
I'm doing fine without,
But I know that I could
Never be false.
Hope died long ago
Along with my heart,
And my blood flowed down
My wrist like tears;
Like the tears I bottle
Inside me, just trying
To get through the days,
Leaving me cold.
I grow numb as ice
Seeps through my
Wicked veins, darkness
Touching my soul.
What will become of
Me? I wish I could be
Like them, just let go
Of my inhibitions.
But I fear my fate lies
In the Shadows of my
Untold desires, so scared
Am I of their accusations...
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