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Days of the Weak
I'm your punching bag
I'm all the negative thoughts you've ever had
When your cup gets empty you can drink from mine
I'll drink all the promises you left behind
You had a bad day so I'll turn the other cheek
If I try to resist you'll call me weak
So I take it because somehow the alternative hurts much worse
Is this really my life or is it a curse
Break my things like you break my heart
You can break my soul but I'll still make art
Feels so pathetic how I can't walk away
It's the only feeling worse than if I stay
You know this so
You threaten it often
The only way I'm leaving is in my coffin
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Kali Nova
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