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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
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Mar 7, 2012
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