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How can you say I am broken?
Do you even know what it means?
How can you state that I'm so shattered,
that I'm breaking down at the seams?
How can you even know?
You know nothing.
How can you say I am worthless,
that my small lot in life is moot?
How can you say I've destroyed it all?
That I'm nothing more then a brute!?
How could you even know?
You knew nothing.
How can you declare I'm wasted?
Or that I'm in an emptied shell?
How can you say that I've lost my soul?
Who said I'm going to your hell?
How would you even know?
You'd know nothing.
You see, your eyes, they can't see far
through the veil of time.
So as you try and carve your small scars,
don't forget these lines.
All that's been born, was placed here to die,
all else we can't say.
To say I've lost is another lie;
every dog has his day.
how can you even know?
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More