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Find a safe place, brace yourself, bite your lips. I'm sending your fingernails and empty bottles you've sipped, Back to your family 'cause I know you will be missed. So you can find a safe place, brace yourself. They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone, But for what we've become, we just feel more alone. Always weigh what I've lost against what I left. So progress report: I am missing you to death. ><
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