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Yet again I use "whish" to avoid bad juju

I whish I had long hair to cover my face,

To hide these shameful scars of disgrace.

I’m tearing apart my own beautiful heart,

And destroying my last willful faith.

They slowly torture me with the lies they made to protect me from the truth,

But they unravel, slipping out and slicing through my mind.

I can’t stop fighting.

But with every last breath I die inside.

My world is fading from a black nothingness I used to call home.

But these tears of hate keep streaming down my face,

And I can’t help the blood dripping from my itching fingers.

Everyone one is dieing in this horrible world,

And I am just another lost soul.