Of all my skin being peeled off innumerable times, everyday second in the torment of yours.
Of all the bleeding of heartfrom broken pieces of your memories.
I endure the pain and suffice my entire life.
Look at my poor soul torn from the emptiness of my life.
Look at my deserted eyes from the wilderness of nothingness.
I wonder if it ends with the endless of my life.
Or if will haunt me forever.
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