August
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I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain,
the only thing that's real.
The needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting,
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend,
everyone I know,
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down
I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair.
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear.
You are someone else
I am still right here.
I will make you hurt.
upon my liar's chair.
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear.
You are someone else
I am still right here.
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