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By: Seraph
Date: May 20, 1994

How to count the ways my heart has been broken
How to say things I keep unspoken
Darkness sneaks his cold hand over my heart
And that's when these thoughts start

Laying in the dark, covers over my face showing the way to my pain
My throat is the place I wish to slain

There is no hope
So everyday I find a new way to cope
And deal with the pieces that are left