Fatal

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Fatal



Everything I am is what you made me to be



Now I'm faded into life,  a fatal and lonely misery



Tapping my fingers against the lid, to let my self flee.



You just want to see that these scars would break me.



Leaving me severed and aching, and bleeding.



My world just escaped me



Not my hopes, Just dreams



Used to cope at night, every night,



Before I sleep, Left alone



A complete soul casualty.

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