They Won't Win. The wounds they hurt- make you want to die. Your feelings they tare, batter and harm, You just want to cry. But they don't stop till the heart is dented still beyond repair. You never win this unfinished battle, The fight it burns with a cruel, harsh rattle. They treat you as a toy, like a player in their game. They weep and wail when you ruin their reign.
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