the only thing
that's real
is the pain
and the blade
the tears
and the music
the lyrics
and this song
this song that
i sing without
a thought
that echos
through
my existence
that becomes
part of me
part of the pain
part of the blade
part of the tears
and I care so much
but I fell so hard
and the words
that I write
so passionately
are not enough
they're not enough
to save me
from myself
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