Body broken by a dead tree,
Just like your spirit,
You get better,
But only physically,
Inside your angry,
Because you got health off hate,
And tho your bones are mended your angry and alone,
Angry because that's what you know and alone because you push people away,
I wont try to understand you,
It's to hard,
Because you put up your defenses,
Which make you act kinda lika....bit*ch,
Your strong off hate,
But it will consume you and you'll stay that way,
And die that way
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