Am I Bleeding through my eyes?
The pain i fear burns and aches,
though my memory dances frantic
Talking to myself, I feel paranoid,
yet my mind won't seem to decide it.
Why is this feeling so cruel?
Am I OK, or am I just a fool?
I wish it could be simple, like love,
or like hate, But my compassion is dying,
what a horrid fate!
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