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So Little

Violence and Anger 
My soul grows black 
Blood fills these tears 
As my Flesh rips apart 
This Madness Grows inside 
So little of me left 
So little of me cares 
Death takes us all 
Not a word 
Not a warning 
But Here I remain 
Clinging to the edge 
I've grown so tired 
I've grown so old 

Broken does not begin to describe me

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