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Kill me from your heart, the part of your heart that tears me appart. in this life or in the next, you'll use a knife to read this text. the blood that seeps from my arm, floods to cause you harm. the part of me you stoll seems to be the only thing that'll set me free. Take this as a worning, the name carved on my bullet is only for mourning. laced in the tears thats placed to remember faced fears. thoughts of last breaths and suicides, is the art of deaths and my pain subsides. i am loved and lost and i am found, pushing me face first in to the ground. bottle me up for i am the definition of twisted, with that recognition, my hands are fisted..