'brokeninhell'
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Love is a lie, a cruel facade,Hope is a hole, where dreams corrode. Trust is the trap, my spirit bound,Family is fake, on hollow ground. Hatred is home, a bitter sting,Abandoned fate, the song I sing.
for my whle life its just been me in my own little world. neverletting anyone in.
if i ever tried to explain it would just come out a jumbled mess. no one has ever gotten
