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Suffer

I’m sick inside
Souls cause me pain
Under my skin
They play dirty games
They haunt me
With whispers way too loud
I try to scream
But it’s without a sound
I can feel the blood dripping
But there’s no sign of red
I know it’s real
It’s not in my head
I cry so much
I have tearstained cheeks
I’d rattle my chains
But I’m just too weak
The suffer gets worse
With each passing day
They cut me inside
Now I burn and decay





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