the ture you
so I see who you are, colors so bright I thought it was the light, no. it was the deep darkest of the knife, hurt me like I fell no pain yet, I stay, love you till the end, while bloody shit drips down my skin, forget me after your done, leave me after the fun, say, you don't like seeing me in pain, so I hide what you did, as I stand tall and smile like it's ture.
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