Slowly my soul leaves me,
Slowly my tears fall,
Slowly love vanishes,
And no one can see it,
Im all alone,
They all see the girl I use to be,
But now I am slowly dying,
Now my soul is slowly dying,
Slowly tears form,
As fast as they form the fall,
That little girl in me is being killed,
Not by me,
Not by another person,
Its being killed from hate,
Hate that has become my soul,
Hate that has filled my heart,
Hate that will never leave,
I fght as much as I can but its not enough,
I dye,
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