Siting in this corner all alone
Wishing for a place for my heart to call home
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The pain creeps in to my heart and soul
It grips down on me and starts to take control
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I am standing on the edge now,
Looking down on the jagged rocks,
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Drip drip it oozs from with in,
It pores out of me like every comitable sin,
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This a poem with a twist,
It's written with a razor blade,
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