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She clings to a glass pipe Shaking as she wipes The tears in her eyes Away before she pursues another high Nothing ever feels right She wastes aw..

Small bump never to be born Tears and pain, A girl forlorn Her heart aching and breaking A child no long her's for the taking In God's hands now..

Trembling and weak He's coming down from his peak Spiraling into a miserable sadness Soon to drive him to pure madness With eyes blood shot red ..

She wandered hopelessly in a midst of cold air Her arms covered in bruises and standing hairs Hunger ripples through her nearly lifeless body It's..

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