Beneath what you glorified.

Beneath what you glorified, was broken, a tender to the cuts on my soul, you gave me nothing to stop the bleeding, nothing to plug each hole.
If sadness was a carcinogenic would I even survive the wreched high, for many reasons to feel this low, a single love, and a heartless guy.
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