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Stain
The stain is left
feeling unclean
the damage is done
hope left unseen
your face behind my eyes
I want it to fade
your mark on my heart
want to cut it out with a blade
I want the clock to die
its hands to burn in acid
need nothing more than to deny
every wrong that I did
pain pounds in my ears
praying for death to swollow
no hope left in me
my insides are hollow
every part of me is gone
Whats the point in trying
I wish for nothing more
than to start dying
