Look into my hole it gets deeper every time you shove me to the ground. With shovel in hand well it’s my heart I found comfort in a blade it was the same as you cutting into my soul. You taught me everything is stained in the black of old blood stains. From a heart naive to the sound of laughter of hate followed me for an encore of a suicidal body to die. I couldn’t move but I heard you. God bless my naive heart. I found a place where I fit in. I hated myself just like you did. The dark black bruised my heart while I choked on how I felt. Hiding myself from entertaining the world. That was the day when the girl lost her soul. Her only escape was to become a woman. Compromising and giving life within like fairy floss winding around a stick. I recycled and adapted for you once more. While
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