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I changed
I changed up the game I wanted to die instead of live I craved a life I never lived wondered why my life was so unreal before I could climb I always fell heaven was sort of my hell my heart is sore open the door please take my breathe away I changed up the game I craved pain instead of happiness so nothing ever healed I didn't know how else to feel so it conquered me I mean what was left of me I changed up the game I let rape takeover me I let the pain it brought to me also conquer me I changed up the game I tried to numb my brain to hide from all this pain I changed up the game I wrote my pain in some sort of poetry.

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sometimes i feel as if i'm too young to feel how I feel and instead of letting people know my pain I cover it up with a smile and just write down my pain whether it sounds good or not.