Subject to self fix
But I do cry
Parts in me do die
With every dent that I fix
New me and old me mix
Lessons are learnt
Feelings are hurt
Emotional me now trying to be still
Surviving sometimes against my will
Trying to enter that void
Where nothing is felt
So there be no pain
So there be nothing of me to melt
So that the complete me, for once and all be dead
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