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I can't

I can't feel your insults,
I can't feel the pain.
The only way I know I'm real is I see my own blood stain.
I can't hear the compliments,
I can't hear the lies.
Every word that I speak is to my own demise.
I can't see the love,
I can't see the real me.
Death should come and welcome me, take my heart, and set it free
Written by TheLiarsPlay
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