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fallen
I cut myself to shreds
though nothing was there to shed
but you bleed in and stained me red
made me a soul which I could mend
you ripped your skin and patched
the holes that showed my bones
you said you hated yourself
so I picked your shattered hallow
made a mirror so you
could see your self in new light
I took some old raven feathers
sewed your tattered wings
said you couldnt love
so I gave you my heart of glass
but you were more restless then the dead
and flew on and now im alone again
though nothing was there to shed
but you bleed in and stained me red
made me a soul which I could mend
you ripped your skin and patched
the holes that showed my bones
you said you hated yourself
so I picked your shattered hallow
made a mirror so you
could see your self in new light
I took some old raven feathers
sewed your tattered wings
said you couldnt love
so I gave you my heart of glass
but you were more restless then the dead
and flew on and now im alone again
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