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I find myself alone tonight,
And my relief is out of sight. I can't hold fast to what you said, Your words bounce 'round inside my head. This pain grows deep inside of me. It kicks and screams until I bleed. Often times I wonder: why? Can't you see you'll make me die? If words can sting, and wounds can heal, Why do I feel the way I feel? Fine! Stay away! I hope you die! This is the LAST time I'll say goodbye.
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