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Death of Pride
Sharp words that cut like blades.
Warm tears that flow like the blood that would have spilled from these cuts.
Heated moments that burns and scar our love.
Let it cool.
Let the calm come back my love.
These dark moments,
we are above.
This we...
Warm tears that flow like the blood that would have spilled from these cuts.
Heated moments that burns and scar our love.
Let it cool.
Let the calm come back my love.
These dark moments,
we are above.
This we...
