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My worth lost, forgotten like an old friendship Emptiness and anger can't handle the truth as dark angels laugh at me with their frowning eyes never am I good enough never quite there my loneliness is kill me sucking out my soul as I gently sit there smiling so much movement around me a dead empty shell death stick your sword into me I am already gone I have bled all my blood instead of simple tears for crying is not an emotion easily forced and by any sign of weakness the killers will devour me I hold to my shell and protect it for it is all that is left of once a great person Full of love