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Dig your nails into my skinSlowly pull them downLet the bloodGush. Out.Dig your sweet words into my mindSlowly turn them bitter Let the liesCome. Out...
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There's something about the rotting of your skinIt stings It stingsThere's something about the horrid wrinkles above your foreheadCaused by the strain..
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He made me an artist without a voice.
He gave me no voice.
I hate that the most.
I hate that the most about myself.
It makes me so boring.
Fittin..
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Listen to my soul
Play the strings
Hit the note
What kind of melody do you hear?
No, don't tell me
Find it & Keep it
Know it & Play it..
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