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Terrible
Hit,
slapped
Every word is like a new bruise on my body
Yelling,
screaming
Every hit to the face is like another whole in what used to be my heart
Falling,
breaking
My tears fall from my eyes to the ground,
making my world shake beneath my very feet
Defensless,
confused
I'm only comforted by my own hell,
nothing can drag me out
Fading,
dying
My soul is only tattered and torn,
battered and worn
From something that ised to be close,
that I held on my very grip
But it seems that it has finally slipped from my fingers,
and turned it's back on me
Turning my life,
into something terrible
slapped
Every word is like a new bruise on my body
Yelling,
screaming
Every hit to the face is like another whole in what used to be my heart
Falling,
breaking
My tears fall from my eyes to the ground,
making my world shake beneath my very feet
Defensless,
confused
I'm only comforted by my own hell,
nothing can drag me out
Fading,
dying
My soul is only tattered and torn,
battered and worn
From something that ised to be close,
that I held on my very grip
But it seems that it has finally slipped from my fingers,
and turned it's back on me
Turning my life,
into something terrible
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