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Dear, won't you tell me,
Whenever you are silent,
What bothers you so?
They always tell me,
Blood is thicker than water:
But the salt in me
Is the salt of the great sea
Tied of ropes thicker than blood.
If I, strangely, die
You'll be the last one to know
And the last to care.
Liquid nitrogen
Surrounded my warm heart, and
Froze the blood and flesh.
It's that cold, small lump
Lying in my stomach here
Keeping me away.
I wish I had the guts to
I wish I had bravery.
You were a dagger
Plunged to the depths of my soul,
Numbing me since then;
The rest of the sharp arrows
That found their mark are painless.
Spikes of pain are going up my arm
And my head is aching with some kind of alarm
They're all trying to tell me the one thing I know:
The inside and the outside of my body are COLD!~
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