I am alone left in a room of darkness
the sound of my paper heart being ripped
love being turned into hate
death being the only comfort to me
Holding me close saying I will always be near
hurts and willing to take you to a world of peace
these words are the last thing I hear before
my feet carry me to the dark life that I know and will always have
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