I am just shouting and cutting my hand with sword
Broken hope and weakened heart is my reward
Collecting my tears and waiting for new start
Frequently breaking my heart is my art
Constantly bombarded with those words
Rivers of blood flowing on my road
Filled with the pieces is my cart
Cut by knife my every part
For every smile i have to pay by sorrow
Filled with acid is my marrow
Joy never comes more than Barrow
Trying to be happy with this narrow
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