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Love is nothing to me But I want someone to make me a we I feel like I'm stuck in the sea But i am alone you see.
Me. Its not as simple as most people would think to define me.
I told myself I’d rather be dead Then let you touch me again. These words I swore on my grave And I carry them close to the wound in my heart. My tears were joyous when they saw you go
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