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I see your scars i know where they’re from so sensually carved
and bleeding until you’re dead and gone. I’ve seen it all
before beauty and splendour torn. It’s when heaven turns to
black and hell to white so wrong and wrong so right. Feel it
turning your heart into stone. Feel it piercing your courageous
.
Again the burden of losing rests upon my shoulders and its weigh
seems unbearable ‘Your tomb is where your heart is’, i should’ve
told him but within me hid a secret so terrible. o cry is to
know that you’re alive But my river of tears has run dry i never
wanted to fool you no, but a cold heart is a dead heart.
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caroo un besoooo churro
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