Mutilation
I have been ripped apart,
Each limb from limb,
With my shattered dreams,
And my heart caving in,
Self-mutilation,
Every scar after scar,
I am empty and hollow,
And feeling nothing thus far.
I have been ripped apart,
Each limb from limb,
With my shattered dreams,
And my heart caving in,
Self-mutilation,
Every scar after scar,
I am empty and hollow,
And feeling nothing thus far.
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