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Today's The Day

Today's the day, you throw it away...
but who am I to stop you?
You rip it apart, forget the fresh start.
And I just sit back and watch you.
I don't have a pulse, my artificial heart,
is the only thing keeping me breathing.
So rip me apart. Tear me apart.
And I'll scream as I am bleeding.
Dig the blade deep into my wrist,
and I'll engrave your name in my skin.
And every time I see it,
I'll think of what could have been.
Written by DeepestDarkSpaces
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