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After the night must come the next day when out in the sun the truth finally lays. The men aren't the same -like Jekyll and Hyde- and they place the blame on her soul as it dies. The sun has revealed (with certainty) and what the night concealed at last is seen. And hearts are crushed by a hammer's swing though skin was flushed by pleasuring. The night cuts chains it kills off dreams. The stabs of pain release the screams of innocence lost and fresh blood shed... was it worth the cost to see sheets stained red?

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