The blood, the tears...
They flow more and more.
More than I want;
More than I can handle.
The scars they leave
Aren't physical--
All psychological,
All testing one thing:
When will I break?
But I already broke...
Ten years ago.
The pain just never stopped.
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This life is empty, a void we only call a world in which we reside. We feel too much, and yet, not enough. We want more than we can stand and forget who we are. We contradict ourselves because we are humans-greedy and vain.