What we could have had.
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What we could have been is now gone, tossed away.
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With my stil beating heart.
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Please.
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Slice my wrists.
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There's no feeling left anymore.
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What I felt is gone.
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Gone.
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I waited around.
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Bruises got blacker.
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This cut is too deep.
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I am gone.
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I am gone.
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And my heart with it.
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Burn what's left of me.
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Sacrifices made for you.
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But is this my fault?
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I am gone
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What Runs Through
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| A Long Winter |
