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Dec 2014
They look at you while you sleep
Right through burning souls
And blackened hearts
Right through the window

A child once believed
That they can change
And they can be good
But she was a monster too

They grab you by the wrists
And take your breath
And you raise your hands
To burning stakes

They take a hold of you
Ready to finish off
But it doesn't matter
Because you finish off your own self.
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