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rips and scares

take this knife,
and with this syth.
slit my throat,
let it bleed on my coat.
when you see my hearts been torn,
thats when youll know why i morn.
shoot me quick,
kill me slow,
ill never say why i go.
cut me up to stop my soul,
from leaving you with a gapping hole.
sing that song "the witch is dead",
but really know you want to cradle my head.
that one last time to kiss my lips,
to sew that heart and glue the rips



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