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my tears mark my cheeks violent scars on my wrists my body is a battlefield my mood, it swings and shifts i despise the loneliness it surrounds me like a shroud wails and crying fill the air i think i like the sound death is heavy in the air i see no one about my throat is dry, there's no voice left but i wish i could shout the night is dark a sky without a single star the moon has lost its purity stained red with the war
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