My name's Ali. The only way i know how to express my feelings without a horrible result, is through poetry.
The pressure of that blade
wishing anything you could trade
your life for another
the cold sweat on your face
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When i look in the mirror i see
something fake staring back at me
i look so happy to you
but on the inside i'm broken and blue
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blushed cheeks
caused by a love that truley speaks
of a time that once was
simply because
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