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plenty of times I died on the inside
why couldn't someone help me, save me, kill me
something that would take me away from those cold touches
that made my skin crawl
a big problem that yet made me feel lifeless
once was big hearted, now micro small
why couldn't someone help me, save me, kill me
something that would take me away from those cold touches
that made my skin crawl
a big problem that yet made me feel lifeless
once was big hearted, now micro small
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