Days turn to nights, I wish on the stars in the sky
Be careful of the brightest, beauty is on the inside
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her heart is a machine
art is meant to be seen
not felt
not heard
it's just paint
they're just words
fingers! are for feeling
fists! are for bleeding
scabs are for healing
&& blood is for bleeding
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Let me take you down, cause I'm going to
Strawberry
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