To make it thuru the rain
Without feeling any pain
Is impossible for a girl like me
'Cause pain makes us feel free
I hate pain, but I hate me more
I feel stupied, like a damn whore
And when I start to bleed I know pain arrive
I'm made of it and that's what keeps me alive
In the mist I stand
I want to leave this empety land
My hands are crying blood
I was always misunderstood
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Death And Divorces
If you are no one I know I wonder how you knew? That the poem was about the feelings of suicide that was caused by D&D.
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