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 The Unfairness Of Angels

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Hurt


Like graffiti written on my morals and values
Dirty, tarnished and damaged
My eyes are sore and my tummy is in knots
And I never ever want to wake up
A wanting and a needing for something so much
Only to be faced with a wall of lies
The sun is clouded by grey and faded dreams
Today I am raw, and my heart is broken
Tears drip into the gaps of my sorrow
I am a little black book with no numbers in
I am hurt







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