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By eleanor maslen

I fall for the hope-less the damaged the brusied. The needed the controllers like meat im used. They twist my heart till i can bleed no more they deny my worth they rot my core. My tears drops are blood drops my soul exposed my eyes are open but my mind is closed my fears are played oout before my eyes and i wish i could leave you and rest in the skies forver and always to be alone no more pain to haunt this home.

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