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blood runs from my eye
for what i have seen is you
You, the one who hurt,
Who said I wouldn`t do
I closed my mind to this
(although itself; it closed)
through a consiquensial kiss
of cold metal on my lips
I no longer miss
You acted like it was love
I acted like i should
I ended it after you
the way a bullet could
and in my dark journey
again we will never meet
my heart may have been pure
but my love has found defeat
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