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Mar 2012
Do me a favor
and slit my throat.

Cut my heart out like an Aztec priest
You can keep it
I probably won't need it.

Hold it. Cold,
It used to beat for you

But now....

After stealing my heart
and torturing my soul

I find it's easier to give
when you have no reason to live
Written by
Alex J
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   bethiem
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