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And know she is alone , desolate
With only memories that taint her mind
But for all that was and come what may
This is destined , this sickness is innate
Nimble fingers , trembling hands ,take the key
And she presses the corner into her skin
Unlocking herself like never before
An overspill of truths trapped within
With the floodgate open, a river runs red
Winding around her arm that falls limp
Carresing her skin with a warm tender touch
She bathes in the solace of everything left unsaid
With only memories that taint her mind
But for all that was and come what may
This is destined , this sickness is innate
Nimble fingers , trembling hands ,take the key
And she presses the corner into her skin
Unlocking herself like never before
An overspill of truths trapped within
With the floodgate open, a river runs red
Winding around her arm that falls limp
Carresing her skin with a warm tender touch
She bathes in the solace of everything left unsaid
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