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With a gaping whole, my heart bleeds, From the daggers they placed there. Promises to fill all my needs. Why did I chose my heart to share?
Love can wound very deeply, But I shall not become weakly.
Tumbling the walls of my heart fell, From the bombs that exploded in there. Escaping from my own private hell, My heart's pieces scattered everywhere
Building a heart of steel, Cold and empty, I feel.
With a gaping whole, my heart bleeds, From the bullets that they buried there. Many warnings I did not heed. Did they ever really care?
Murder committed with the words they say. This will happen when with weapons we play.
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