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14 February 2010 @ 01:43
You might have it in your hands
The same blood I once carried
I might have screamt or cried
I can't remember, I might have just died

You might have sent my blood to turn cold
Can you feel my blue lips against yours?
Clean my cheeks from the coloured tears
And make sure I'll be as pure as the heaven

Where you failed.
Mood: okayokay
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