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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 soul, the heart comes in last. 2 hearts to fold, between 4 spades to pass. Swallowed the hurt, this too shall pass. Time doesn't budge, against a rock the water runs, between my toes it frees my soul. This fairytale, upon a demon dreaming. This gameshe plays, across my wrists I'm bleeding. I write your name in blood and pain, who knew that loving you would seal my fate.