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May 2021
I want to cry my eyes out
Till I see they're melting on the floor
Empty canvas on my face
Where they were before

I wanna rip my heart out
Just up my throat
Cut it open and spread it
To see where it's sore

I want to find the miracle cure
Search upon all the earth
Find out what's hurting my soul
Take the bad off my core

If I'm not to find the antidote
Wherever it might be
I'll take the poising out of my bag
And this will be the last full moon I see

- Anything that will stop the hurting
Callamasttia
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Callamasttia  22/F/Kaer Morhen
(22/F/Kaer Morhen)   
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