All Are In Pain
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I remember, when we met in August, almost September. I didn't expect much from the girl with a shy smile. I didn't think I would be worth your while.
In loving memory of those killed in Charleston
Once upon a time When we were fine I could breathe in air, life Now i breathe in the crimson blood From my heart that bleeds out My skin, damaged from the scars These are my scars
The pain I feel inside is empty and it’s dull and sinking and throbbing
If I were to change any one thing Whether for the sake of my being Or for what humanity’s seeing