Dear Death
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Última publicación dom, oct 16, 2022
How many times do I have to be hit to be called broken?
You took my trust
You took my body
You took my faith and you've taken my smile
I am determined to fight even though I'm crying
But how many wrong things can be turned into rights
You've hurt me again
And a again
And again
I don't know if I can fight much longer
I really don't know if I want to
I despise those that give up but how can I stop myself from giving in?
The devil has hurt me again
For I keep believing yet always leave bleeding
How long until I realise The devil is me?
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