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These fingers claw, Scratch through the walls, in my mind Chasms deep with rage, Unshallow as I thought The darkness falls, unto my eyes Glossed with hate, and ... - Words Like Bullets
You rub the salt into my wound To what am I guilty? To love and to swoon? You lie, you cheat, you complete my defeat Left me down on my knees I beg you to show,...
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