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worse
The mesh that is my brain
Is full of shards of glass
Every time I think
The glass just cuts
My brain bleeds so much
It's no longer red
Blood rushing out the eyes
falling from my cheek
My heart is encased
A blanket of barbed wire
Each time it beats
Makes it hurt worse
I'm not sure
If it's the wire
Or the beating
That hurts worse
Is full of shards of glass
Every time I think
The glass just cuts
My brain bleeds so much
It's no longer red
Blood rushing out the eyes
falling from my cheek
My heart is encased
A blanket of barbed wire
Each time it beats
Makes it hurt worse
I'm not sure
If it's the wire
Or the beating
That hurts worse
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