"Please" said he, his mind was shaky
Please, dont make me do this again
Im scared and tired and cant make this out
Tears and tears scrawling out my hearts' desires
And as i gaze upon such visual treason
I make out your face and mine contorts once again
Ive got these scars that remind of the past
Ive got these scars from times i should have died
I think to
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