60. The Past

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Everytime I would snap out of it
Knocks me down with just one hit
Cut me deep inside
Sink in my heart your knife

Your words make me stand on my knees
It shows on my face what I feels
It slams on my chest hard enough
Still I'm standing proud and tough

Stabbing me on the same spot all over
Making me choke of your strangle
Pouring lemon on my bruised parts
Painful words strike my heart

Go ahead and leave me
Without a single sorry
You crushed me into pieces
With your words sinking by inches

I was like a glass that you shattered
Like a smooth paper you crumpled
I was so sad, empty and lonely
There were agony around me

Untill now I'm still healing
There still pain I'm feeling
I'm still learning to stand on my own
I'm still facing the past you'd thrown

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