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dark angel

He smiles like he's not hurting
He laugh,he jokes
When rill his in pain.

At home its just fighting
Cussen and biting's
Slowly he turns to darken to kill the pain.

Then he shoots some meth to kill the memories
And coke to stay awake at night so his night visitor
Want visit him tonight.

Then to cutting to escape the pain of depression
And the pills to for get the day.
But finely the suffering soul get's tried of the hell he lives in
And cuts one last time.

The suffering soul finely gets his dark angel wings
And watches over other suffering souls.



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