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my mind's a mess,
my heart's a wreck,
my body's numb,
with no pulse in my neck.
my life is over,
a drawing that cant be erased,
itz like claiming to be an artist,
yet all drawings were traced.
therez a wound deep inside me,
beyond surgical repair,
therez no remedy, no cure,
or anyone that'll care.
why was i born,
im no more than a disgrace,
i suddenly felt dead,
or like a major waste of space.
he channeled all his love,
into a weird little girl,
he made her smile,
and she saw a new world.
but just as fast,
as she found that supprise,
her freedom disappeared,
right before her eyes.
now she sits alone,
scarred from her pain,
but this is her story,
short, sad, but yet plain...