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She brings the blade to her skin__.&&. releases the paiin from wiithiin. |
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Stab this knife into my heart and let my blood run dry |
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A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic |
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We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. |
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The agony in my fears mirrors the blood of my bitter solitude. |
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We ignore the ones who adore us, and adore the ones who ignore us. |
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I try to close my eyes |
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"Another day nearer the battle, |
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It's better to be an open sinner then a false saint. |
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Darkness is a symbol of thought and one |