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My heart is hurting...

My soul aches from this gnawing pain, from the final truth you will never truly gain. From long ago, my pain does seep; to tell the truth, my heart would weep. The man you know is not my true form; for deep inside, my scars are worn. To show you my madness is so hard to do, for you know not what I've been though. The laughter of friends of Red Coats they did seem, to cut thick wounds their intentions did mean. What I thought was friendship, was a lie; To bath in my own sorrow they seek for I. I thought to myself: 'Maybe it was just a bad day...' The thoughts innocents, I dare say. To live a life full of dread, for those who's ones pure heart the wicked would sherd. To live a life not truly knowing love, to learn the lies, being fulled with nothing but... To have the pain for anger and vengeance inside, to have one enraged by his own pride. Hides deep the true things he feels and fears, to hide to be strong for those who are near. To learn humility from the past he never shares, to strengthen those coming to coming to him, whose burdens he bears. I take the things that hurt people deep, to turn them around to laugh and talk about food to eat.

I roam this world trying to find those who are true, a strenuous journey and search for those jems; so little... so few.. I wonder towards the nearest warm, only to be cast aside, feeling frail and alone. I work very hard at what I do, never being thanks for a good day, unless they happen to. Moving from person to person to seek out the lairs, to avoid those claim 'I'm good', but have wicked desires...

You see, what I hold deep inside, I can never truly reveal. For those even in my closes circle, know only a little of this spiel. So as I shun away from this world, going back to share.. When my heart was hurting, though, you weren't there...

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My heart is hurting...

My soul aches from this gnawing pain, from the final truth you will never truly gain. From long ago, my pain does seep; to tell the truth, my heart would weep. The man you know is not my true form; for deep inside, my scars are worn. To show you my madness is so hard to do, for you know not what I've been though. The laughter of friends of Red Coats they did seem, to cut thick wounds their intentions did mean. What I thought was friendship, was a lie; To bath in my own sorrow they seek for I. I thought to myself: 'Maybe it was just a bad day...' The thoughts innocents, I dare say. To live a life full of dread, for those who's ones pure heart the wicked would sherd. To live a life not truly knowing love, to learn the lies, being fulled with nothing but... To have the pain for anger and vengeance inside, to have one enraged by his own pride. Hides deep the true things he feels and fears, to hide to be strong for those who are near. To learn humility from the past he never shares, to strengthen those coming to coming to him, whose burdens he bears. I take the things that hurt people deep, to turn them around to laugh and talk about food to eat.

I roam this world trying to find those who are true, a strenuous journey and search for those jems; so little... so few.. I wonder towards the nearest warm, only to be cast aside, feeling frail and alone. I work very hard at what I do, never being thanks for a good day, unless they happen to. Moving from person to person to seek out the lairs, to avoid those claim 'I'm good', but have wicked desires...

You see, what I hold deep inside, I can never truly reveal. For those even in my closes circle, know only a little of this spiel. So as I shun away from this world, going back to share.. When my heart was hurting, though, you weren't there...