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Blood drips from those little blue eyes. Yet no one can see them. They fade away with the fake smile and fake laugh.  Clock is ticking and words repeating. Worthlessness, brokenness, sadness, loneliness.  
The pain in life we must endure may become too much be we cannot lose sight of what we once held dear   Wounds of the body can be healed wounds of the mind can be treated but wounds of the soul 
He’s testing his immortality With pain killers and a false promise That for him, there won’t be a tomorrow.   But he is Zeus, And he always lives to watch the sun rise,
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