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Run...away, Runaway


You fell in love but not with my roots and when they came When they came....the kinks of my nature got into your path Misunderstanding..... manifested Rushing into destruction, terror stoke, red palms on my cheek Hatredful eyes Like the whistle of the wind a storm awoke I left myself behind .... for you And just like my soul, I was overthrown With chains on my mind restrictions on my eyes You spoke with ..words Oh, those words! burned my skin with lies And when I was all bones I knew. I knew. I knew I knew. I Was my sacrifice .... And my sacrifice was Me.
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