construct me to your fate. but i'd agree anyway. guide this spear through my spine. and punch these holes in my heart. those photos i cant bare to see. touch the radio and i'll leave you here. make sure to print your name. just a remembrance to the pain. there's nothing in between. just a silhouette of me. wilted as you say. another memory to keep
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