The want to leave this earth such a feeling deep inside.
That stings just like a curse drawn with empty lies.
Through your putrid eyes through your putrid eyes.
The lies you've tried to hide.
Damage you inside.
Yet you still stand.
Suffering from the thoughts.
Of what's become your own demise.
Yet you go on living through these lies.
Waiting and hoping to grip reality.
Still you're here always fighting.
For the answers.
While you weep in guilt still picking your skin.
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