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fragile-voice

I'm sorry for you

But I can't promise

That tonight won't flow the boo

There are all dramas


I don't know how to do

Things right and properly

I swear it's true

Hurt me is my way to be


I feel torn apart

And the medicines

Just break my heart

And I die like Marilyn


Drugs, potions and pills

Won't fix my mind

In the cold I have thrills

In the dark I'm blind


I play innocent when you beg me

To stop destroy who I am

But actually I'm guilty

For the degradation and blame


I hope one day I'll be better

I do this dream of happiness

But for now I cut myself like butter

And all I see in my nightmares is sickness


S.H.

08/02/2015

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