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Comfort is what i seek
Comfort is what i know
I look for it everywhere
In a man, a blade, my home
My father looks
But he doesnt see
All of the things
I need him to be
My mothers a ghost
She comes and she goes
But me and her both know
Im not the daughter she would of chose
The man is scared
Im not sure of what
But yet he runs
Like hes an abused mutt
No mater what
The blade will stay
And it will love me
Till my dying day
Looked in my room
The blade my only friend
And then finally
My life meets the end
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