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used to it
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Morbid Thoughts Flowing my heart
falls
now
as each thought of you
flows through
my
brain
my
head aches knowing
that it's
over
even if it's
just
for
now
it doesn't get any
easier
but
I am used to
the pain
my heart
falls to the floor
I don't see the
use of
bending
down
shattering images
of
what could've been
swirl around
me
uncaring
unfeeling
cold and lonely
my life
my heart is
everything is done
now
everything is the
way it
has
always been
I'm used to the pain
by now
