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you make me sick
I'll tear out those diamond eyes I can't bear to see
crimson spills on paper skin
they call this tragedy
remembering the nights when you'd whisper to me soft, "forever more my heart is yours"
realize those words have died
I'll tear out those diamond eyes I can't bear to see
crimson spills on paper skin
they call this tragedy
remembering the nights when you'd whisper to me soft, "forever more my heart is yours"
realize those words have died
Annons
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