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You traced lines into my palms, Dictating my future, And rewriting my past.   You peered into my veins, Studying them as if they were, The verses of a holy book.  
He was my pain, my sorrow, and anger. He became my heart break and brought me to hate. You are my savior, my peace, and heart beat. You became my anchor and brought me back to life.
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