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My heart breaks

I start to suffocate from the pain

My brain starts to drain,

A sludged up don’t give of a fuck

We hold on to tidbits, secrets

We try not to complain

We all have a demon who sits comfortably,

We pretend not to see

He knows and he has no empathy

The world is not ready for this meet and greet

So get ready

 

 

 

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