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8:54 Oh, please, I insist! take my soul if we begin to drift Maybe lungs- but my heart can not take another rip, so please mend it while my demise I predict take out my eyes and rip off my sleeves, I'll darken my clothes and sharpen my teeth glimpse at my face and saw off my thighs, make me feel special, like I don't wanna die day by day, limb to limb, you'll never know how I feel when I see your face, a connection run grim your salty smile and distant wave will not clear the memories you have gave -Macey