I'm a big ball of hurt.
It's damn exhausting having to prove your worth.
Life's ugliness breeds giving birth to another ball like me walking this earth.
My skies are littered in black and gray.
My tattered soul used to want to come out to play.
Now I decay in my own beautiful way.
Might as well since I'm forced to stay.
I'm talking about that type of pain you can feel deep down in your heart.
I once had a loving soul before this world turned it dark.
I'm exhausted from living on this earth.
For it's just a big ball of hurt.
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