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Bottle it up,
hide it away.
Bottle it,
Bottle it, hope it will decay.
Each feeling of pain, each sense of loss,
which makes me loose my mind so i can stand it no more.
Its slowly burning away at my soul, at my core,
So i slowly loose the person i use to be.
I am transformed on the outside but on the inside there is nothing new to see,
Because pain is my weakness, it claws and tears at my skin.
to try and escape its prison, the bottle I've place it in...

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