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Anger burns, Dark hole. Passion fades, Blood stained floor.
Wrists slit open, Fall to the ground. Its hard to scream, When no one is around.
The light grows brighter, I can no longer see. Feel the blood pouring, I can no longer breathe.
I used to believe in angels, I used to think they watched over me. Now I know, Those angels were never real.