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Overwhelmed

My life is overwhelming me
but pain helps to set me free
the scars that form
from flesh once torn
on a girl who wished
to never be born
make them all point and ask
how long will your sorrow last?
A question that taunts and torchers me
why is happy something that I cannot be?
Out in public I act normal
I wear my shoes, I wear my clothes
and fake a smile to hide my woes


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