Shaky

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Taking out my anger I dont notice the blood pouring out my knuckles, the stains Ive made all over the walls. The cracks forming streaming down the borders of those bloody walls. I just wanted to fit in be like everyone else. Until these walls break in and I find the courage to run out, Illnever escape this hell that is my cage.

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