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Acting out emotions may delve into extremities Throwing knifes of truth And bullets shredding thin   Ricochet Ricochet Ricochet  
Scarlet That's the color it was Scarlet That's the color of blood   Blue After it's all through Blue Everything turns blue   Red That's the color of the heart
I have a confession. There is a someone, A special someone, A someone who warms my smile,
Your generalizations on girls Could be a hidden truth of My worth to you, But in your eyes I spot Total opposite of these "hidden truths". Your worth to me seems So much higher than my Worth to you,
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