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Sep 2022
The coldness of my being
Pained and screaming
Dying and depleting
Was only ever for your well being
With no place left for retreating
I'm afraid I won't make many more evenings
I'm sorry though
I never meant to leave you bleeding
Written by
Lee  25/M/SA
(25/M/SA)   
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     Ruhani, Joseph Miller and S G
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