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This room that's dark,
My words that froze.
The blade in my hand,
The scars in my wrists.
My fierce atmosphere,
My angered swollen eyes.
The love you've spoken before,
Your feelings you've given me.
I've hold on to that all.
But look at where it took me,
What it made me become,
On the time you gave them to another.
My words that froze.
The blade in my hand,
The scars in my wrists.
My fierce atmosphere,
My angered swollen eyes.
The love you've spoken before,
Your feelings you've given me.
I've hold on to that all.
But look at where it took me,
What it made me become,
On the time you gave them to another.
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