crys

              the pain runs deep in my wrist the screams die deep in my soul take me away and show me love just for me to push it away and claw it out of my heart creat my tears and let me lick the blood taste my angry that boils over my crys for freedom as im traped in this empty room full of dolls not able to understand there looks of disguste as they see my lies that countie my life they pull my strings and have me do a dance of happniess and love ancor your fingures inbetween my lips and creat my lie give my an oscor and lower the string for me to take a bow and thank you all for coming out then later threaten me as you beat me down once i try to expose your lie that your trust worthy poltions try so hard to hid lock my lips and chain my eyes and showdow the world but all i need is my ears to find the crys               

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