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I came into the world
bit by bit torn into pieces and people I didn’t know I didn’t want to know took me inside one had my ear another my nose my lip..my finger..my lung.. another my heart and another..and another.. little splashes everywhere I would have never felt something missing so why did you open my eyes take away my morphine clear my mind? and now..from now..by now. the second that passes brings me closer to an eternity of madness of pain..of destruction.. of blood..of despair.. now what I don’t have starts to hurt.. my body wants a reason.. to ache.. how can I tell all of you you have something you don’t need something I can’t live without I could give you my thoughts but those you wouldn’t want maybe I should tell you sometimes it’s my fight to lose and you have no right to steal the dream that keeps me dreaming maybe I should warn you I had a lot of poison inside someone else should taste it me..
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