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Rape me. Steal all I am, no one will miss me.
Abuse me. The pain on the outside; the inside just the same.
You could have it all. I'd carry all the crosses you bare, drag them to the top and hang at the crusifiction.

If you'd only turn around. If you'd look my way but you don't even consider..

There's easier ways to escape. If I could put the bottle and pack down...

The wind, like a reaper spurned from the tempest of the sea, blows across mountain, meadow, stealing another moment between you and me.

I sleep to dream. In creeps the morning through the window, harsh light of reality on my face. If you ever wonder, are you sure I'm awake? Or is this a dream? Oh, the possibillity.

The impossible painting. Well, I've got a gallery of artwork in your name.