Blood-painted walls
stained with lies,
it drips with my pain
and leaks with my pride.
Cut past the skin
and reveal what's inside,
then stitch back the past
and prepare for more.
Resist the temptation,
shed my tears;
Hide the scars of hatred
and pretend to smile again.
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