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By Voice...broken Date: 2002 Jan 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.30.11.47.31514]] |
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Puch after punch Swallon from all the force I am tired of fighting But too determined to give up Knock me out Through me to the ground Pounce on me Rape me I don't care anymore Lord take me Sit and stare At the blood you have spilled The bruises you made The cuts of flesh Are you proud of you art Call me stupid Tell me I am worthless I will believe you Go ahead Abuse me Look around you I am your piece of work Your masterpiece I am your creation You made me I am your canvas I display all you are not I reflect all you weeknesses You mistakes and your failures All that you need You could find it in me If only you stoped destorying And started looking Hang me on your wall A trophey for your success I am reminder of your past Your future The present Good times and bad I am your peice of artwork Your canvas Your creation You make me who I am So tell me...who am I? |