End of the line

She looked into to mirror 3 little scars from once she tried to cut her face off want to be faceless deep into the mirror her soul of horrow a message 4 little words you don’t deserve it have a desire to find her beauty her eyes widen in wonder all she saw were her crying shadow dancing tears that…

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Life of Men

A heart may never heal No cure, no remedy. A soul will never steal Too pure, too free. A body shunned to the moors, Cracks suffocated in time. A mind of thumping hooves, From cradle to mountain-climb. Space and time, divide us all Splitting us into pieces like alcohol Warm and happy evade us all Weak Puppets who crawl and…

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