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We already knew there was no saving me
I'm damaged and so damned to hell
A poet has heart
But my heart has been turned to coal
Dark, weak and, unforgiving By many years of abuse, misfortune and, misgivings
Hatred from blood those whose love was false Unconditional is only as long as you're blind Be pliable and kind
No one bats an eye
Speak your mind
And all will turn on you Like a violent tide

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