April 27, 2010
Life is a paper cut,
A burn,
A big black hole sucking you down,
Life is the child who crys,
That everyone ignores and walks past,
The fear comes back that I'm so accustomed to,
Every day every second.
Memories are something you cant give back,
But something you learn yo not dwell on,
Life is Hell and Hell is life,
Hell has found a door.

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