What Runs Through

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What we could have had
What we could have been is now gone, tossed away
With my stil beating heart
Please
Slice my wrists
There's no feeling left anymore
What I felt is gone
Gone
I waited around
Bruises got blacker
This cut is too deep
I am gone
I am gone
And my heart with it
Burn what's left of me
Sacrifices made for you
But is this my fault?
I am gone






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