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The diary of sick verses
When children scream over the darkness that fills the world,they want more and more like a dirty whore on a binge. The reflection in a window can be decieving it's just a darker side of you laughin in your face! It's laughing in my face! When i lie over and over again,the tongue gets fatter and fatter! I hold you like a rose,when i touch you're sweet but your thorns prick at my heart and i bleed for you,for you. I failed to see your trap that was long planned,take my feelings and crush it in your hands like im a fragile broken device. Scarred and all i've ever felt was this endless suffering in my own cage of dark thoughts. Sin and guilt written all over me in scars. Stuck on you like tar,to get rid of me is to end your own pitiful life.
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