It'll be alright it will be okay
Someday I'll die and you'll walk away
We all walk away from things we don't like.
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The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
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It'll be alright it will be okay
Someday I'll die and you'll walk away
We all walk away from things we don't like.
