An Excuse to get Hurt

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Blood across the floor, pouring out
From all over. Why did I have to fight anyway? Why did I have to hurt myself?

My soul bleeds every night from hatred,How long would I hurt myself for? It isn’t fun bleeding, Why did I have to Hurt myself?

I stare at the sky and the random thoughts, Of something broken comes to mind; my heart. We all get hurt once in a while, some more than others.

I thought the pain was supposed to
Evaporate with time but, no. I never had an excuse to get hurt until, I fell in love.





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