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Now what is left of me?
You make life slightly less dull.
With a smile of deception
Your eyes flicker
A slow stream
Of unknown reflection
Pacing our hearts
With a dagger for a knife
With a strike of uncertainty
That's a Constant reminder
Of the scars and wounds
You left half way open
To rot and become a certain part of me I hate
With a smile of deception
Your eyes flicker
A slow stream
Of unknown reflection
Pacing our hearts
With a dagger for a knife
With a strike of uncertainty
That's a Constant reminder
Of the scars and wounds
You left half way open
To rot and become a certain part of me I hate
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