n i can hear my heart
learning to express
tears they sting my eyes
so alive n now he's gone
struggling to crack an egg
this pain a scar that will not heal
n i can't ask for help
but how can i be strong
their sarcasm it hurts
this heart, this emo kid
n i feel like I'm like a chair
m alienated, cold inside
oh Happy Valentine
but am i welcome here
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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