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bleed me let it squeeze out this bile has filled me and animates what otherwise has been hollowed love me fill me with something pure some light long died out rejuvenate this broken form take the broken, and call it worth loving take the tired and ugly, and call it beautiful don't let this sad sentence carry that final .

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