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by Love Hurts   Mar 11, 2014


The world can't stand people like me
A weakling, so to speak.
It spits them out, bloody and broken,
from all its jagged teeth
With skin torn
Bathed in red
People like me,
We stand, hiding our dread
No one can see our sadness
That's to weak
We'd rather die
Then really been seen.

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