When I'm sad I bleed,
It's a wound I cannot heed.
It hurts, I know,
It's something I cannot show.
My life is a blur,
Just like dust vanishing into thin air.
Everybody hates me,
When I'm gone, I know they'll miss me.
I don't know how, I don't know why,
But deep inside, my heart wants to cry.
I guess that's how life should be,
A life of hatred and unwanted memory.
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NOTE: THIS IS NOT A COPY-PASTE WORK. hahahahaha.