Bitter pieces of my heart on the floor,
like mirrors reflecting my broken personality
The trails of blood leading to me
tears falling down on my wretched skin
how come I am suppose to resist
the traps set to a fool like me
those torment and torture
and then leave me die
the graves of the fallen are opening
and I will become one of them
my body will dry and shrink away
and there is no trace that I ever was..
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