

BleedBleedBleed
My heart bleeds as they walk by Surely they see? Surely they care? Yet no they pass on, the humans that love so much They do not love me Am I not one of them? Do I not walk with them? Do I not talk to them? As my heart bleeds its last I am renewed, to suffer on For this is not a mortal plain to me,
This is Hell, to live in the shadow of humanity While they love and I do not, my heart bleeds Because the one to fill it doesn't exist
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