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These marks on me are lined with pain
They won’t wash off, I hate this game.
I rack my head, my f'ing brain
To think of what I should be saying.

My shadow follows, never strays
How I hate it’s f'ing face.
Stepping through, the light has changed
I follow it and feel the same.

I only wanted what would fit
And that of which would go with it.
Broken down and terrified
I see my life through my own eyes.

Blind and dumb
I see no reason
Why you saw
What you were seeing


I bled for what I wanted
Now I bleed for what I need
What I need...


I need you.
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