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I've slit the ties knotted to a past I've long to forget, Yet I've wilted in the palm of regret. |
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I’d rather experience my heart’s break |
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I’ve buried my heart in forget-me-nots |
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Cast me beneath Eve’s fallen light |
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I've written until ink stained my hands, my body numb, and yet I find myself still lost. |