Gallery of Pain: titleless, how sad, poor little poem by alex coughlan
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alex coughlan
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broken heart
lined with blood that fell from your wrist to mask your pain and hide your shame tomorrow is another day and it will be the same nothing you can do because i cant get over you memories past i want to hide and forget happened cut cut to forget cut to bleed cut to lie to yourself and the world, who doesnt care anyways nobody wants a freak nobody wants a freak nobody wants a freak |
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