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Jul 12
I don't want to eat your cake
I don't want to see your face
**** I guess it matters too
When I talk to you
Why do I help you
It's time now
To pretend now
Jump in now
We're here now
I feel cold now
Eerie sounds at my door
Nothing left except the floor
Turns out she's cold
I am fragile
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