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Regrets
Holding back the tears
Feels like shards of glass
Ripping me from the inside out
And then the tears
Pour from my eyes
Like blood from open wounds
Painting sorrow upon my face
With my blood on my own hands
I stand disgusted and confused
Struggling to hide the fear
Masking myself with anger
To shadow the pain
Feels like shards of glass
Ripping me from the inside out
And then the tears
Pour from my eyes
Like blood from open wounds
Painting sorrow upon my face
With my blood on my own hands
I stand disgusted and confused
Struggling to hide the fear
Masking myself with anger
To shadow the pain
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