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Stab Mark From my Own Kin
How does it feel, to bleed your soul,
For blood that twists and takes its toll?
A dagger thrust by trusted hands,
A tale of lies in whispered strands.
The trust once shared, now turned to...
For blood that twists and takes its toll?
A dagger thrust by trusted hands,
A tale of lies in whispered strands.
The trust once shared, now turned to...
