Constants
Grace my disaster, Upon A depleted heart, For hell is the motion, That destroys a brand new start Craft me in misery, A broken tool inside, No pride enough to handle, is shame to cold to hide, Stars in the universe Feel the pain too, So remember me in constant, As you push the knives through, Broken me in wonder, A pain to dark to see, Show me that I matter, As my wounds start to bleed, As I seek the answers, Of a darkened day, A dark constant reminder Is not a good Reason to stay, Haunt me in memory, I have to let you go, For there are no more constants, That will let you own my soul
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