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Scared Heart
Cutting yourself with pieces of glass
Cuts on my hands and the mark on the my heart
I lie on my blood stain bed
My heart weeping out blood through my veins
I drank my tears for my scarful soul
I scared my heart with the blade of hope
My scared heart, ripped apart
Smoked my head with a hand full of weed
Torchured and humiliated by the world
Broken down on the ground
Eaten up by the Gods
Not even loved by the whores
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