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Feel.

farewell my dear your fair, but not well i whisper into my ear the secrets of my hell although you can't hear you should be able to tell its not what i see that i fear its the thought of your spell Pick me up I've never had to fall down a mental nip and tuck and im standing upright right now its by my will and luck because no help from you was found you run my heart into the ground now my feelings fail to make a sound

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