Many Feelings No Fly Or Wall Comments

As I lay, my chest Raises and rises again/
My mind is heavy, I feel it will bust open, The pain is so great, to cut open and bleed out, I would never feel this, this pain would make me more sinnister/
My eyes dry and my heart hardens, My blood runs as cold as the Alantic on a cold December Night/
My soul is as ugly as you and her/ And my conversation is as fake and shallow as the Bi*ch you lookin at/
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