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If there's light in love,
How were we so dark?
Why all this pain?
why all the muck
Love is supposed to be
beautiful...
We were a Nuesance,
to us and each other
It had been there for the longest time
A nail in place of this heart of mine
Eyes blank and wandering in darkness
I never understood why it was mine
But it always burned
