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Mar 2018
Her heart as pure as snow
Turned dark as storms befall
The numbness creeps
And she knows
Oh she knows

Poison grows in this dark
She's drowning can't you see
Oh can’t you see
Of course you can’t

As she weeps a little more
As she drowns a little more

Behind that fake smile
Her heart is gone
No more
No more

Ignorance is bliss
But even that is gone
Gone
Gone
Gone

Twinkle twinkle little knife
Help me end this wretched life
JC
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