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She calls me ignorant, her words cut like jagged glass . Soap doesn't wash away the filth and grime between the cracks.. To honor a soak, the heart comes in Last. 2 hearts to field, between 4 spades to pass. ISwallow the hurt, this too shall pass Time doesn't budge, against a rock in the water it runs, between my toes it frees my soul. This fairytale, upon a demon dreaming, this game she plays. Across my wrists I'm bleeding. I write your name in blood and pain, who knew that loving you would seal my fate upon a between my toes it frees my souk. This fairytale, upon a demon dreading 8u889⁸k9
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