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Heartless And Cold
Clustered thoughts,
of black hearts,
and dead souls,
They flood my mind,
as this razor splits my skin,
The crimson is running down my skin,
as I think I'm never happy yet I'm never completely sad.
of black hearts,
and dead souls,
They flood my mind,
as this razor splits my skin,
The crimson is running down my skin,
as I think I'm never happy yet I'm never completely sad.
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