Bleeding Colors

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It's a piece of me lost from within the soul
Imp searching through a devastated heart
And putting together a person who will never be whole
I cannot find what was lost
And I cannot feel enough to search freely
I cannot find the pieces to create me
I can only doubt me; I let this world destroy me
And now I walk through it shamefully
With a broken heart and uncertain soul
Because that piece I need is the piece you stole





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