as i look into the merrior
I see the lines the tears have made
For the tears i shed are tears of blood
From the pain in my heart is to much for me to bear
I can cut and not bleed
But when i cry the blood runs down my face
I cannot chose
Shell i stay and let the people love me?
Even if i cannot love them back
Or do i run and hide from thoses that hate me?
Eather way i cry for i hurt them or i get hurt
I shell die a little more each time i cry
Beacuse of the tears of blood i shed
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