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Split up Inside

By , marion, IA
Drunken spite and drunken lies
I cant take it she makes me cry
The hole inside she digs for me
I cut myself to watch me bleed
And she doesnt even care
She cant even face it
Its too late now to go back and erase it
Its almost like the sting of the knife or the sting to the lips
Its whats left inside
The demon facing it





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