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Your anger is slowly poisoning my heart. Its turning blue with each day. It'll be dead soon enough. And all there'll be left, is coldness and ruthlessness in this body of mine.
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
Poison
Your anger is slowly poisoning my heart. Its turning blue with each day. It'll be dead soon enough. And all there'll be left, is coldness and ruthlessness in this body of mine.
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
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