The pain
It stings on the inside As the venom penetrates to the liver Can't say I did that But trust me I felt that No shoulder to lean on No chest to cry on Nor a smile as a weapon on a door mat you stamp on The eyes swollen When the heart is breaking The chicks wetting Striving for surviving The tears to support the shattered heart The fear to protect the mind Can't seem to found on the ground But instead I just take a nap
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