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Rip out my heart, now give it back, cold blood runs down my hands and I can't believe. Love song never you better think opposite there you are close my eyes smell your scent I can't believe. Beauty fades for you now these scars tell tales of a love once lost. A harlot's arrow tore my heart pastels paint the picture perfectly. Lies. Now the sky muffles the sight to my peace. |
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