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Last night I slept on it
Last night I feelin it.

That empty space inside
Make me want to die.

The tears are falling
Like the drop from the ceiling.

Consideration was no need
For what if I bleed

The scar was burried
But the wounds are ignored

Emotions its unneeded
But honor is needed

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