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The Inner World
Can’t feel anything
Even the biggest pain
Blood oozing gently
From fresh wounds
Doesn’t help either
Just coloring hands
Skin cut in stripes
Showing the flesh
Scars will remind
This moment of past
Looking for help
No one has time
Trying to beg
They turn their back
What can I do?
Just sit and wait
Maybe some day
You’ll come and help...
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