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Hell with you

I could break you with a sentence
You stand on shaky, hollow ground
The truth can kill
A heart can mend
But you'll never have me again
Pearlescent dreams
And muted screams
These are a few of your favorite things
Demons are only found in our own hearts and minds
We make our own hell
You make mine
Written by caxton
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