The words, that flow from, my lips, are my nightmares, that wakes me up in darkness and wishes for a little light of love, yet the only   thing that holds me close   is just my shadow, but I'm still alone, my heart has froze and shattered into pieces of glass, I try to pick them up, cutting up my hands, bleeding in sorrow as tears of blood run from my eyes, if only I was saved.  But who will see me?  No one.

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