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I am not ashamed of the skin I am in
But the soul that is within
So darkened and cold

When living in a world so cold you would
Think the sun will bring warmth to the soul
But instead it brings heart ache and pain then
Eventually the rain

My soul is ruined from the sin within
Hopefully it'll see the light again

As time flies things begin to look
Wicked in my eyes.

My soul is broken like glass in the street
No one ever realizes it's me

They walk, stump and spit all over me
Not once do they stop to check and see

Taking it day at a time wishing that I could rewind
I replay memories in my mind so much
I seem to lose track of time.

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