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  My black mascara tears are what you long to fear death







   became of me cause u got caught up into the blame game





        

         the shame and gain  disgraced my name









  as the daggers of cane ripped at my skin  full of sin





    my blood covered the floor forever more sending







       me to be  a cursed victum dead to this earth







       crows feast upon my sagging flesh for it





        is the best dish to plague this earth







     My brittle bones were never really my own





     death became of me , scared with diease and







   dieing from pain and misery with no hope to cope .

        









  A  bitter no one who would never make it to be someone







          All ways forgotten about and    used





       and   abused  to be  your toren up refugee







   scrapped and displaced a lingering  spirit freed ,







  But still not complete for it is   my  revenge against







  you that I long to seek to make my afterlife complete .