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At home
I screamed at you... And you madly left home Slapped the door... The sharp voice cut your continues lecturer How much I don't deserve this life The way I treat you blessings how awful I am... You went out but all what you said Stayed In my head... A new sign for me to leave... I was to go today But your image inside my head forced me not to... Hell I create and yes I don't deserve what you gave Only the roses on my grave That you'll save for me daily By days you will forget that and go on The kid inside crying for salvation And I'm sick of this war inside The knife in the kitchen The one I use everyday... Will save me As it always did But for the last time
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