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Jan 2016
It was with words
    she tore my world apart
    broke my heart with her actions
    bringing me to my lowest point

It was with her hands
    she used to twist the knife
    that stabbed me in the back
    twisted, she was, repeatedly

Imprisoned by me emotions
     I have myself to blame
     for the shame
     of which I am feeling
Styles
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