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Tormented
The winding words that twist my heart
Keep creeping up beside me
And whispering so soft but yet so
Sharp it brings me down
Keeping my body relaxed
As it pierces every part of my inside
The torture is more than my heart,mind and soul
Can fight off. Where is the beauty of good
When I lay tormented and half alive.
Keep creeping up beside me
And whispering so soft but yet so
Sharp it brings me down
Keeping my body relaxed
As it pierces every part of my inside
The torture is more than my heart,mind and soul
Can fight off. Where is the beauty of good
When I lay tormented and half alive.
Published 22nd Jul 2012
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