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My heart is at war with my mind
About what's wrong and what's right
When there really is no black and white
fingertips caress
the empty space beside me
searching your warm skin
If silence speaks louder than words,
Why was I not heard?
I've lost my artistic touch
and I've never felt so lost
death litters my mind
tears litter my face
blood litters my arm
even as the blade crosses my skin
i dont feel a thing
the final push
the final crack
on the brink
of never coming back
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