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Crying over our past conversations,
slowly sliding a razor across my vein, -
Sorry i'm not perfect,
sorry i'm not kind, -
Why won't you let me talk to him?
Why won't you let me hold him? -
You asked how i was feeling,
i said i was fine, -
I lay in the cold,
i lay in the snow, -
i see you there thinking your cute she steps in and ruins it all
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Every time you look in my eyes, can you see my love for you behind them?
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A mess of broken hearts is scattered around your boots / There are pieces of mine in there somewhere, but still, / None of these beat more fervently than what is left of your own / For you've brought this upon yourselfby April Somerston 31 lines, on May 1 7:23 PM 2007. In HURT.
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I'm not safe,
and I know it.
Heart racing,
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