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Description
Your broken heart painted on a wall for all to see.
False pretenses falling through, and your burning rage
boils up inside like a sun ready to burst into a super
nova of self righteousness.
Your bloody hands drip onto the floor like crimson tears
shed for the departed.
And that painted wall sits there and mocks you. It
strips you of all your secrets, your wishes, and sacred
memories, like a page being torn from its bindings in a
book.
For this problem there is No divine intervention, just you
and a sea of prejudices, shouting and mocking you for
just trying to be you.
Your wings viciously ripped from your back, you lay on the
ground, gravity to much to bear. Nothing really can stop
this feeling of unacceptance.

Description
Your broken heart painted on a wall for all to see.
False pretenses falling through, and your burning rage
boils up inside like a sun ready to burst into a super
nova of self righteousness.
Your bloody hands drip onto the floor like crimson tears
shed for the departed.
And that painted wall sits there and mocks you. It
strips you of all your secrets, your wishes, and sacred
memories, like a page being torn from its bindings in a
book.
For this problem there is No divine intervention, just you
and a sea of prejudices, shouting and mocking you for
just trying to be you.
Your wings viciously ripped from your back, you lay on the
ground, gravity to much to bear. Nothing really can stop
this feeling of unacceptance.