Only in my imagination does it happen, yet in reality,
A lack of guts is shown to go through with them
Let the chilly rain drip down my face
Two substances intermixed, unable
To tell apart between the two
A sharp pain at the core
Has been stabbing all day
Wanting to lay down, but i'm too tired
Stabs at me again and again
A kick down there
Struggling to get up again and again
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