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Close your breath and hold your eyes I've painted tonight with my disgiuse The blade's in deep but I want more My wrists will read, "Sincerely Yours." Silently I slip into the night Into the blackness, behind the light Quietly I bleed behind these doors My wrists will read, "Sincerely Yours." A quiet kiss with words unsaid As I paint the night a ravashing red A canvas of blood covers the floor My wrists will read, "Sincerely Yours." A fairytale, an unseen twist Beneath the lines across my wrist I've bled tonight like never before My wrists now read, "Sincerely Yours." .-.-.-.-.-.-.
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