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With every passing day, a tiny portion died.
Silent and emotionless leaving purely flesh to die.
Silent and emotionless.
But the truth hurts, and the love binds.
So you forget and believe the empty lies.
So beautiful presented on a bed of roses.
Just dried out flowers, mark a grave.
With just one purpose; not to fade.
A grave fading.
But memories now fuelled by hatred inside.
Everything he loved he lost it.
Two halves apart, imperfections.
Two blood trails seperate ways.
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Two blood trails seperate ways.
Two halves apart, imperfections.
Everything he loved he lost it.
But memories now fuelled by hatred inside.
A grave fading.
With just one purpose; not to fade.
Just dried out flowers, mark a grave.
So beautiful presented on a bed of roses.
So you forget and believe the empty lies.
But the truth hurts, and the love binds.
Silent and emotionless.
Silent and emotionless leaving purely flesh to die.
With every passing day, a tiny portion died.
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