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Grinding iron links ring in the air The torture we face is ours to bare. Wrapping tighter, yet tighter around our heart Love is our prison, not our fresh start Choking us slowly as the dark creeps in Is this the price for drowning in sin? Trapped in our mind, our body, hiding our true nature Love is not a gift, it's our Rapture
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Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 8:10 PM UTC
Chained
Grinding iron links ring in the air The torture we face is ours to bare. Wrapping tighter, yet tighter around our heart Love is our prison, not our fresh start Choking us slowly as the dark creeps in Is this the price for drowning in sin? Trapped in our mind, our body, hiding our true nature Love is not a gift, it's our Rapture
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Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 8:10 PM UTC
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