Same Old Song

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I was a broken record
playing the same old scene
the guilt
the despair
the hate

my tears were silent streams
that always kept strong
the sound of a banshees
screaming at the top of their lungs
inside my head

The hurting, so intense
like nails ripping my body to shreds

I wanted to die
I wanted it to stop
I was betrayed

I was explosive





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