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Dec 2020
All that glitters isn’t always gold
Take my words and let them unfold
Maybe it was the night
That took me ahold

I always wanted to be right
I can feel the knife carving,
Into my heart
Into my head

Will you leave me out in the cold
Turn to dust
Oh, how you are so bold.
Written by
ObsidianDeath  31/M
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