By charlene wong
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Its smooth complexion dimmed
Dulled by death and grey
Painful mountains forming itself
Scaring, hurting ugly as elf.
Hope diminishes; whites are gone
"Where do i place the ugly unborn?"
i cant get them out! I can't I can't!
I can't run away! I Can't I can't!
Abandonment's the key
Not sacrificing my spree
It's sucked the greens
purse is lean
I have nothing nothing nothing
Nothing comes out of nothing
i am nothing
willowing with shame, the nightmare is real
I don't want this I don't want it
Lord be my reel
up up up i go; into clay hands
my face my fortune; He's my only chance.
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