Luyện nghe bài hát Purple

Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but are
rain full fists slapping thudding RAGING
wanting not to be weak woe empty hands-she's on
the floor on the floor she her empty hands like
thunder it rings in her ears thunder
splashing in the of her tears lungs heaving
from the crashing dying dreaming that was from
her while BEATING and dropped all red and sloppy
here, on clean tile floor. Now there is a hole
inside, where the and demons hide, whispering
white wilting of woe, hungry ugly crunchy
things, HORRIBLE NASTY PERVERTED THINGS. in her
her mother whispers "spreading like a whore".
wilted pile heaving. with tears and dead with
dreaming, to be wanted and wanting nothing
more.