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3d
May i die in my sleep,
for the words I’ve been told.
Their Blades are stained with my blood.
Harsher words don’t stab me anymore,
But the emptiness does
Before i cut my heart open
I wish they would **** me
While i sleep soundly
Written by
Pranalee shah
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