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Ill have walked barefooted on this burdened street for years
acting oblivious to the soaking blood that seeps through my ripped seams of my clothes
dont be so easy to judge the girl that runs
as my aching lips carry me foward
marred scenery collapses around the ruptured people
they gather around the steeple all to meet
this seems to discreet the way I still stumble and fall at their feet
I dont excist in the eyes they seem to see Ill excist with the burdens they cause and set apon me
not the pen that bellows beneath me and through but the smiles that I fake to be seen to you