This is me,
This shattered glass.
This is my life,
broken to peices.
Pain is the one true thing I know,
Pain, it will follow me always.
Bleeding inside.
Thats me, Wound to the heart,
The main thing I feel.
I walk this path with only a few.
The only few I would ever choose to walk with.
They alone Know my torment.
They alone choose to share it...
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