My soul is smashed
Covered with pelt.
Pretending to be happy
Inside pain is growing.
Deep down my heart is cracked
Rounded by a clot
Every single day,
I suffer from this pain.
At night I can't sleep
Busy with my mind
I just cry
To relieve the pain.
The pain is with me
everywhere I go.
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