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The times I bite my tongue so hard it bleeds, crimson red blood stained with sin.
The times my thoughts stop at just that, thoughts, dark and desperate thoughts.
The times my breath escapes me, stolen by sorrow.
It's all wrong, my one and only goal is to speak my words to you.
To revel all the hatred, hurt, anger built up in my heart,
All labeled with your name, no evading the blame.
I'll spend my time trying to sell my soul to the highest bidder, and throw caution to the wind,
Trying to rid myself of me, of the kind hearted girl you used.
Trying to become someone strong enough to return to you what you gave me,
To tear your world apart and sit back with a smile.
I'm coming for you.



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