Gallery of Pain: Dead Inside by Child of Ambivalence
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Child of Ambivalence
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Their Happiness is a gun to my head
Their smiles. Shards of broken glass. Their empty chatter echoes through my hollow body. Envy flows through my veins. Tainted Green Blood. Their laughter rattles the pinnacle of my subconscious. Their shallow gaze cuts a deep incision. Blood. But no life. |
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