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with the taste of blood
and swears in my mouth
i feel a flood from my stomach
empty out onto the floor
along with my hope of you coming
all lost within seconds
the reality hits my face
sweat flying into the air
im knocked out cold
by the hate you strike me with
just to put on a new face
the days following
lets go back
back to the time where i could understand
a time where i believed i could say "you cant"
this isnt how it should be
im hurt and your laughing
i wish i could tell you
in means you could comprehend
just so you knew
how close i am to surrend
everything i am.



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