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I am sick.
Sick to my stomach,
with regret.
Sick to my heart,
from this poisoned life.
I found an angel,
in my heart...
She is the knife,
that stabs my spirit.
The knife, that stabs my pain.
She is my dark love.
I open to her,
but she doesn't hear me.
She doesn't see me...
She is sadness.
But I can't save her.
I am nothing.
I don't exist.
I should walk away,
yes... disapear.
I'm not worth it,
and you don't understand.
there is to much life in us,
too much suffering in her eyes,
and too much hurt in mine.
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so tell me which looks better? this one or the one before this?
is it noticably better, or had i not mentioned it would you have even noticed?
on a side note... it feels strange editing it, i usualy don't edit my stuff.
It feels like tampering with feelings.
Sick to my stomach,
with regret.
Sick to my heart,
from this poisoned life.
I found an angel,
in my heart...
She is the knife,
that stabs my spirit.
The knife, that stabs my pain.
She is my dark love.
I open to her,
but she doesn't hear me.
She doesn't see me...
She is sadness.
But I can't save her.
I am nothing.
I don't exist.
I should walk away,
yes... disapear.
I'm not worth it,
and you don't understand.
there is to much life in us,
too much suffering in her eyes,
and too much hurt in mine.
---
so tell me which looks better? this one or the one before this?
is it noticably better, or had i not mentioned it would you have even noticed?
on a side note... it feels strange editing it, i usualy don't edit my stuff.
It feels like tampering with feelings.