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The Death

The question always remains
If suffocate myself on this
Means that love is what destroys me
Will you be okay at taking a life

I'm desperate for your hand
You're dead set on killing me
So crash my heart into dust

It's okay it's just who you are
I can't live like this anymore
I'm breaking into shards 
I think anyone can put me together

I've been thinking mother was right
That no one could ever love me
I been thinking by July I won't be here 
I can't just give you up it's going to be the death

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◄ No He's Dead

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