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Writhes In Her Heart
It writhes in her heart
Turns it to ice inside out
Blocking any feeling the you caused
All the pain
Nothing but a hollow shell
Only there for the purpose of life
Her heart is not a heart anymore
It's a fathomless pit of black
Her only comfort is loneliness
She's knows it will never desert her
So numb
The only thing that reaches through
Is sweet sweet pain
The color of red blood
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Autumn Winds
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