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Dec 2017
Its always too late to open my heart
Because it's into the night
I'm bleeding
You're no longer in sight

I live within ice walls
Hands cold
With a warm heart

It's always too late
To tell you
How I feel
So I say nothing
At all
eileen
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eileen
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