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My heart leaks through my fingertips
and drips onto the page.
There is pain, hurt and there is despair,
I can't put on a pretty face.
When I was trapped in the ground,
he made it feel like I could fly.
But his love is different,
because it came with a price.
Soon I learned that flying...
An ugly truth hid behind a gorgeous lie.
We weren't indecomposable.
Black liquid flows from my eyes,
I remember when they were clear.
But when I look in the mirror,
the worst has come - I fear.
Though everything feels dead,
I am still alive.
My soul feels like it's burning.
This is what it means
to die inside.
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