My life!
My life! What a killer of joy and my thoughts I still feel alive But kind of not really Cuz how can you call a shadow of body that I used to cherish so much Alive! But not really. It ends the same With blood on my skin and cuts on my arms The days after days I wonder if ever I'll go out of blood and finish what started A very long time ago.
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