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Hear my desperate cry Take this knife Before I take this life Today its to hard to try To keep waking All I see are my failings My enemies endless railings No one sees me shaking
     There are worse things than not talking You can say something wrong                       you're stupid                           leave
  So where do we stand? On two separate lands. Between us air is heavy, thick but nary do we try so solve our dispute. Never will we have a new  Relationship, beginning, too far from ever thinning.
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