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Tired...
Your words stick like a knife,
That cuts my chest to reach my heart,
Making a slice - taking my breath.
I look at you and please you stop,
Because my ears recall
Heavy memories from my mind.
I could make you feel the...
That cuts my chest to reach my heart,
Making a slice - taking my breath.
I look at you and please you stop,
Because my ears recall
Heavy memories from my mind.
I could make you feel the...
