Through
Day after day, hour after hour. Watching. Seeing through all the blood, through all the mind-boggling pain. Listening to the blood drops, through the voices. Like the dew from a leaf, the blood runs down my arm. *Drop drop* Through the anger and darkness. THEY say I dont have a heart. The voices dont control me, I control THEM. THEY tremble from the sound of my voice. TEHY are gone... *Drop drop*
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